Don't paint wonderful lies on me that wash away
The sound of Jigano's voice roused her. With a sudden intake of breath the girl straightened and looked up. Seeing the frost creep on the walls and the table, she grimaced and dragged a hand over her face; she'd let it slip again. With a few deep breaths from the girl the ice began to thaw, moisture replacing the glistening patterns; she gathered it all up, pulled it back to herself and deposited the water in the dregs of the teapot.
"Sorry about that," she mumbled, rather embarrassed. "I... yes. It seems I have." She looked up to the skylights, and realized that the darkness had come from the layer of frost on them. Without it, light was streaming down into the hall again. She sighed.
"I was trying to summarize what I've been doing so far, but... I got lost in thought."
Watching the Provost move across the open floor, she bit her lip. Tried to rub her bleary eyes back into some semblance of clarity, but gave up when they only stung more under her restless fingers. "What time is it?"
"Sorry about that," she mumbled, rather embarrassed. "I... yes. It seems I have." She looked up to the skylights, and realized that the darkness had come from the layer of frost on them. Without it, light was streaming down into the hall again. She sighed.
"I was trying to summarize what I've been doing so far, but... I got lost in thought."
Watching the Provost move across the open floor, she bit her lip. Tried to rub her bleary eyes back into some semblance of clarity, but gave up when they only stung more under her restless fingers. "What time is it?"
