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Day 57: Courtyard (fourth shift)
There was only so much knitting one small girl could do by herself. This quantity was far from exhausted in one short afternoon, but there was an entire Institute to explore, and time a more precious commodity than yarn.
Rose took her leave, and darted out through the gathering shadows in the Sun Room to the open courtyard beyond.
It was still winter. This had not ceased to be the case since the last time she had been outside. It was also empty, save for the guards flanking the building's every orifice. They didn't seem to get nervous unless she neared the wall, so she stopped trying that after a few minutes. Unfortunately, aside from provoking the guards, there didn't seem to be much to do out here in the daytime.
Rather than admit defeat, she found a promising snowdrift, and toppled back into it. There, rather than windmilling her arms and legs like a useless angel, she pressed them down in sinuous curves, then lifted them straight up, and repeated the process several times before rising up. Hm. The result was still rather humanoid in nature, even after adding eyes to what had once been a torso.
The vines by the wall were more suited to the task than human limbs. She tugged a few outliers free from their snowy prison, and stacked them in a pile. Then she gathered up a handful of snow and started rolling it.
[Alle?]
Rose took her leave, and darted out through the gathering shadows in the Sun Room to the open courtyard beyond.
It was still winter. This had not ceased to be the case since the last time she had been outside. It was also empty, save for the guards flanking the building's every orifice. They didn't seem to get nervous unless she neared the wall, so she stopped trying that after a few minutes. Unfortunately, aside from provoking the guards, there didn't seem to be much to do out here in the daytime.
Rather than admit defeat, she found a promising snowdrift, and toppled back into it. There, rather than windmilling her arms and legs like a useless angel, she pressed them down in sinuous curves, then lifted them straight up, and repeated the process several times before rising up. Hm. The result was still rather humanoid in nature, even after adding eyes to what had once been a torso.
The vines by the wall were more suited to the task than human limbs. She tugged a few outliers free from their snowy prison, and stacked them in a pile. Then she gathered up a handful of snow and started rolling it.
[Alle?]