Don't do that....
Why not? It is who and what you are, he retorted. She wasn't sure if he was teasing or not.
It's.... why did you leave the celebrations? I was searching for you...
I came out here to think, he replied slowly.
Wayward Daughter wrote:Summer was sitting in about the middle of lecture hall, idly playing with her biro and only half paying attention. She couldn't help it. The revelation of yesterday kept playing in her mind - that, and the questions which had risen from it. Questions she still didn't have a clue of the answer to. She'd been wondering about it almost nonstop and had began wondering if she could find some witch-thing to guide her.
Wayward Daughter wrote:She walked down, but for a long while there wasn't anywhere resembling a hotel, and then the places looked so seedy that she was shuddering just at thinking of entering them. She carried on. The area would clean up eventually, she was sure. Most bus depos were in the worst parts of towns and cities. She drew her coat tighter around her, and was thankful that she didn't have a large bag to draw attention to herself. All of her money was in her pocket, hidden. And even if someone did decide to target her, she had been extensively trained to fight.... moments later, she wondered if she'd jinxed herself by thinking that, as a large gang of men split off and began following her. She tried to walk more quickly, trying to lose them, but she suspected that they were probably herding her somewhere.