Wouldn't claim to feel the same we felt the first time it was heard
While there is an overabundance of restless energy permeating the Academy, outlanders going through this for the first time, Grounders waiting for some kind of extra trauma. The Halovians seemed calmest, well used to this, but even among them there was no one who seemed to share the specific kind of anxiety that coursed through Hester.
Until now, Longnight had been spent in the embrace of her family, piled into one siblings home, fires roaring and drinks and stories passed around. Hester had a place in that house, a routine to follow, but here, she's unsure what to do with herself.
Bothering other people, if you can call innocent conversation bothering, is fun for a little bit, but it's a game people catch on to quickly, unsustainable for the whole week. Watching other people was a less obtrusive practice, though sometimes, she couldn't help herself. Especially not when she saw a kindred soul, felt the same kind of undirected worry that came from being away from the familiar, heavy blanket of family. It's not the same kind of circumstance, not that she'd know, but it's the same result.
Hester sidles up in the time between the table being cleared and the tools being pulled out, sitting squarely on the wobbly table (nearly sliding off when it predictably wobbles) and peers down at the familiar face, a kind smile crinkling her eyes as she chirps. "Hi! What're you doing?"
Until now, Longnight had been spent in the embrace of her family, piled into one siblings home, fires roaring and drinks and stories passed around. Hester had a place in that house, a routine to follow, but here, she's unsure what to do with herself.
Bothering other people, if you can call innocent conversation bothering, is fun for a little bit, but it's a game people catch on to quickly, unsustainable for the whole week. Watching other people was a less obtrusive practice, though sometimes, she couldn't help herself. Especially not when she saw a kindred soul, felt the same kind of undirected worry that came from being away from the familiar, heavy blanket of family. It's not the same kind of circumstance, not that she'd know, but it's the same result.
Hester sidles up in the time between the table being cleared and the tools being pulled out, sitting squarely on the wobbly table (nearly sliding off when it predictably wobbles) and peers down at the familiar face, a kind smile crinkling her eyes as she chirps. "Hi! What're you doing?"
Hester
