[To say that Martel has had a long week would be an understatement. Not only has it been longer than a week in the literal sense, but it has been entirely too packed with contradictions and distant friends for her tastes. So when she rises this morning, she sits on the edge of her bed in silence for a long moment before putting on her newly-acquired shoes. She tiptoes through the room, trying not to wake Mithos, and leaves her journal in plain sight by the door before quietly slipping outside.
It takes her much longer than she likes to make her way back to House 8, but she has only herself to blame. She could have taken the journal along with her and consulted the map, but what would Mithos have thought, then? Better to leave the book where it can be easily found, as a sign that she left on purpose - and will be back soon enough.
When she finally makes it to Yuan and Kratos' house, she sighs in resignation. First, she has to apologize. That is the most important thing right now.
Then she has to make the world make sense.
Her right hand hovers a few inches away from the door for a very, very long time, until she finally knocks on the door.]
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It takes her much longer than she likes to make her way back to House 8, but she has only herself to blame. She could have taken the journal along with her and consulted the map, but what would Mithos have thought, then? Better to leave the book where it can be easily found, as a sign that she left on purpose - and will be back soon enough.
When she finally makes it to Yuan and Kratos' house, she sighs in resignation. First, she has to apologize. That is the most important thing right now.
Then she has to make the world make sense.
Her right hand hovers a few inches away from the door for a very, very long time, until she finally knocks on the door.]
Yuan? Kratos?