06-13-2020, 09:14 PM
[font=trebuchet ms]/we're now back to the present day
The days of recovery were recorded all around her- in the dartboards (and surrounding sections of wall) bearing the marks of arrow shots, in the slight tint of coffee brown coating the insides of ceramic mugs, in the scattered patches of fabric haphazardly sewn together into what a generous creature might call “clothing”.
She’d repaired most of the damage to her house caused by her breakdown a few weeks prior. The structural integrity luckily hadn’t been compromised by the fires, but she’d needed to dispose of a few burnt bookshelves and carpets. Four books had been damaged beyond repair, but she recalled seeing extra copies of three of them in Finnloch’s library.
Sitting on her bed, Rin’s gaze drifted down to the stack of recovered books by the door of her room. The last one, the one that there weren’t extra copies of… it had been a copy of A Wrinkle in Time. The book seemed to come back into her life at the strangest times, and disappear just as quickly.
...Such was the cycle of life and death.
Cautiously descending to the ground, Rin walked over to the door of her house and slowly turned the knob with her telekinesis. Facing the others was going to be strange and probably difficult, but she’d healed for the most part. She ought to get back to work, or at least show her face. They had to know that she was alive and well.
...Though “well” was a relative term, coming from the thoughts of a half-blind nervous wreck.
Raising a paw to adjust the cloth bandages that she’d wrapped around the right side of her face, she glanced out at the street. There weren’t as many people walking around as usual. Stepping outside and shutting the door behind her, she proceeded out into the open, letting her eye wander.
The air was warm- not unseasonably so, but still noticeable considering how cool it had been during the festival. The gentle sea breeze ruffled her fur as she passed by the dock, until she eventually came to a stop at the edge of the pier. Sitting down, she set her bag down next to her and reached in, pulling out a snickerdoodle.
Quietly taking a bite out of the snickerdoodle and savoring the blend of cinnamon and sugar, Rin stared out at the horizon, watching the waves break over the earth’s curvature. She’d been meaning to apologize for not foreseeing Caesar’s betrayal, and not being properly prepared for the Messenger’s attack… she’d do it at the next meeting, most likely. If she waited too long, the curse might attach itself to Cooper, even though he was only the temporary Magna.
With a sigh, she took another bite of the cookie and let her eye unfocus, her thoughts wandering.
The days of recovery were recorded all around her- in the dartboards (and surrounding sections of wall) bearing the marks of arrow shots, in the slight tint of coffee brown coating the insides of ceramic mugs, in the scattered patches of fabric haphazardly sewn together into what a generous creature might call “clothing”.
She’d repaired most of the damage to her house caused by her breakdown a few weeks prior. The structural integrity luckily hadn’t been compromised by the fires, but she’d needed to dispose of a few burnt bookshelves and carpets. Four books had been damaged beyond repair, but she recalled seeing extra copies of three of them in Finnloch’s library.
Sitting on her bed, Rin’s gaze drifted down to the stack of recovered books by the door of her room. The last one, the one that there weren’t extra copies of… it had been a copy of A Wrinkle in Time. The book seemed to come back into her life at the strangest times, and disappear just as quickly.
...Such was the cycle of life and death.
Cautiously descending to the ground, Rin walked over to the door of her house and slowly turned the knob with her telekinesis. Facing the others was going to be strange and probably difficult, but she’d healed for the most part. She ought to get back to work, or at least show her face. They had to know that she was alive and well.
...Though “well” was a relative term, coming from the thoughts of a half-blind nervous wreck.
Raising a paw to adjust the cloth bandages that she’d wrapped around the right side of her face, she glanced out at the street. There weren’t as many people walking around as usual. Stepping outside and shutting the door behind her, she proceeded out into the open, letting her eye wander.
The air was warm- not unseasonably so, but still noticeable considering how cool it had been during the festival. The gentle sea breeze ruffled her fur as she passed by the dock, until she eventually came to a stop at the edge of the pier. Sitting down, she set her bag down next to her and reached in, pulling out a snickerdoodle.
Quietly taking a bite out of the snickerdoodle and savoring the blend of cinnamon and sugar, Rin stared out at the horizon, watching the waves break over the earth’s curvature. She’d been meaning to apologize for not foreseeing Caesar’s betrayal, and not being properly prepared for the Messenger’s attack… she’d do it at the next meeting, most likely. If she waited too long, the curse might attach itself to Cooper, even though he was only the temporary Magna.
With a sigh, she took another bite of the cookie and let her eye unfocus, her thoughts wandering.
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