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Ilyana had had a peaceful few days, in relative terms. The strangeness here wasn't wearing off by any means. She didn't expect it to. She also hadn't lied when she told someone else that if she'd known a place like this existed, she would've been pounding on the door long since.
She was safe. Healthy, highfield, but not aching for Transfer, and able to relax. To not worry about everyone and anyone.
She'd have to go back sometime, she knew, and likely soon.With any luck the door wouldn't lock her out when she did.
For now, she was taking breakfast and resumed work on a sketch that she'd put aside when sleepiness made her penciling go from 'amateur artwork' to 'couldn't manage a straight line.'
She looked around from time to time, observed silently. She might introduce herself to some of the people she didn't recognize here, but later. Of course, that didn't mean someone else might not beat her to it.
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She was safe. Healthy, highfield, but not aching for Transfer, and able to relax. To not worry about everyone and anyone.
She'd have to go back sometime, she knew, and likely soon.With any luck the door wouldn't lock her out when she did.
For now, she was taking breakfast and resumed work on a sketch that she'd put aside when sleepiness made her penciling go from 'amateur artwork' to 'couldn't manage a straight line.'
She looked around from time to time, observed silently. She might introduce herself to some of the people she didn't recognize here, but later. Of course, that didn't mean someone else might not beat her to it.
(tags welcome but responses will be slow)