EXPENSIVE MISTAKES ; head count and planning

[Suiteheart]

SUITE
HEART

It had been only a few hours since the Observatory went into lockdown for unknown reasons. The entire ordeal stressed her out for a multitude of reasons. She had paced for the first hour, back and forth in an attempt to figure something out. She had shifted into and out of her polar bear form multiple times to try and break into the place - to no avail.

No way in. No way out.

The Ecliptic Admiral was so worried about those on the inside. She wasn't sure if there were any injuries, and if there were, would the herb supplies last? She had no idea about food resources either. The thought of starvation chilled her to the bone. There were so many terrible possibilities that were floating in her mind, and she couldn't shake them. Her breathing was fast-paced, and she could feel herself slipping into a panic.

Before she could meltdown, the bond she shared with Margaery reignited for only a brief moment. The sound of her wife's heartbeat filled her ears, sure and steady. It calmed her immediately, and it regulated her own heartbeat. And then, the bond was shut off again. The few seconds were enough to ground her. She inhaled deeply and then exhaled. It would be fine. They would all figure this out. Suiteheart hoped so anyway.

"Ascendants - those on the outside -," the white feline called, voice echoing around the territory, "get the hell over here, please." She needed to figure out how many weren't trapped inside. More than that, they needed to come up with some type of fucking rescue plan while also attending to joiners and possible attacks from the outside. "I need a head count. And we gotta figure out our next move."

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