Lessons In Living
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birthright_rpgSleep hadn’t come easy when she finally returned home at six in the morning. A lengthy patrol had seen that four of the undead returned to the earth as nothing more than ashes. Classes went by in a blur, her mind had been elsewhere, lunch had been skipped. Though she returned to her room to change, leave her books behind, then left again. Wandered, preoccupied, through shops. Picking up a few things of interest then off in search of something new to fill her mind. By the time she showed up outside Sabra’s door it was seven.
Bags sat at her feet so that she could knock while the other arm clutched several to her chest. The same routine had been needed at the desk, another month paid for. She either had to sell a few pieces of art or get a job soon. The prospect didn’t feel pleasant so she shook her head to clear her thoughts.
“Sabra, it’s me. Are you in?”
Valerie bent to pick the other bags up. They weren’t heavy to her, just awkward to manage all at once. A couple filled with clothes, others with books, one with toiletries, and one with food. At first it had been odd, bringing things to the woman, but over the weeks it gradually felt less peculiar. Perhaps slowly becoming a new normal, that only applied to the situation.
If she didn’t answer the blonde would have to walk back to her dorm with everything. The thought made her cringe and she sighed at the door.
Bags sat at her feet so that she could knock while the other arm clutched several to her chest. The same routine had been needed at the desk, another month paid for. She either had to sell a few pieces of art or get a job soon. The prospect didn’t feel pleasant so she shook her head to clear her thoughts.
“Sabra, it’s me. Are you in?”
Valerie bent to pick the other bags up. They weren’t heavy to her, just awkward to manage all at once. A couple filled with clothes, others with books, one with toiletries, and one with food. At first it had been odd, bringing things to the woman, but over the weeks it gradually felt less peculiar. Perhaps slowly becoming a new normal, that only applied to the situation.
If she didn’t answer the blonde would have to walk back to her dorm with everything. The thought made her cringe and she sighed at the door.
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on 2013-11-25 02:46 am (UTC)Sabra's walking posture had improved from the relatively primtive gait of before. Still, though, she gave the impression of being both watchful and... Entitled might not be the most accurate term, but someone self-assured. Confident. Looking left and right as she came to corners; looking for threats, but not in the least afraid of the potential challenge.
"It..."
But the question made her falter. Gaze trailing down until it hit the ground, searching for answers and ultimately finding none.
"It was disagreeable," she settled upon and continued on. "It is difficult to know of things, but... Not remember. To only have stirrings. I should have eaten their minds... Those who summoned me. Perhaps they would know."
At that, Sabra halted her step and turned suddenly the Slayer's way. Yeah... She was considering it. Thinking about eating Valerie's brain. Wondering if it might help. Then recalled the girl hadn't been at the ceremony.
"You have..." A look somewhere between distaste and confusion. This was a concept Sabra still didn't understand and wasn't sure if she wanted to. "Compassion. What would you do to help me remember?"