['People', the end of his sentence, doesn't come. It squeaks out like a distant afterthought if nothing else.
The connection severs after thirty seconds to a minute, the last bolt of emotion felt bleeding through - surprise and alarm, the sense of being approached like prey as Wesley mistakes their initial approach for murder instead of protection. Because who protects people by thwacking them upside the head, anyway?
There's a chair toppled, the light of a lamp still burning and the doors left ajar to let in the cool yet humid breeze during a late night drizzle of rain. The only thing left in there is the yeti loaned from Ianthe, still caught up in simple tasks. Wholly unaffected by the disaster around. (Disaster that will be made So Much Better by Petre in time.)]
[ If Zoya weren't so intently trying to listen with her dragon ears—something that's a hard feat telepathically, given that it's such a complex thing in itself—she could easily trade the sounds in for a drüskelle attack on the opposite side of a wall. Isn't this how they sometimes track down their Grisha targets?
But she doesn't think about Nina stomping off to her fate. She stays in the present, eyes narrowing, brows furrowing as she tries to listen—
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The connection severs after thirty seconds to a minute, the last bolt of emotion felt bleeding through - surprise and alarm, the sense of being approached like prey as Wesley mistakes their initial approach for murder instead of protection. Because who protects people by thwacking them upside the head, anyway?
There's a chair toppled, the light of a lamp still burning and the doors left ajar to let in the cool yet humid breeze during a late night drizzle of rain. The only thing left in there is the yeti loaned from Ianthe, still caught up in simple tasks. Wholly unaffected by the disaster around. (Disaster that will be made So Much Better by Petre in time.)]
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But she doesn't think about Nina stomping off to her fate. She stays in the present, eyes narrowing, brows furrowing as she tries to listen—
Her thoughts come sharply - ]
… Vasya?
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Zoya heads to the library on her one-woman mission to get her twink back. ]