lunafreya. (curative) wrote in onewaythreads, @ 2019-04-22 20:37:00 |
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Luna's new housing accommodations were nothing she had experienced before nor anything she could have predicted for herself. It was at once thrilling, to have the freedom be around those she cared for, and—admittedly somewhat terrifying in its utter foreignness. As much as she was able to put on a brave and dignified face for the others, she hadn't settled fully into this new reality. Accepting what had happened before and accepting the long stretch of destiny in front of her were both difficult tasks. It was quite a lot to take in. Therefore, on this particular day, at the time she knew the others would be preoccupied with other matters, Lunafreya did what she'd done many other times in Tenebrae. There was a hint of guilt in sneaking off, for Noctis and his entourage weren't a similar danger to her, but she couldn't allow herself to turn back once she had made it to the road. Courage, commitment, stubborn follow-through. She had planned for the day's outings and would see it done to completion. The consequences could be dealt with afterward. Luna went to the train station she'd taken before and paid the fare. Dressed in common clothing, for she had nothing more extravagant here, she blended in with the rest of the commuters. The ride gave her time to settle, to spread her wings. To allow herself a chance to engage in her own thoughts unhindered. Umbra, of course, was along as well for the ride. He sat at her feet, attentive to their surroundings. Eventually the train stopped and she boarded another, and after a while she had made her way to the council's offices. She remembered the many times she had dealt with matters of state before, those memories now seeming so long ago. Another time, another land. She looked the building over before stepping inside, taking a deep breath of courage. The only badge of identification she had currently was the House Tenebrae pin, a royal insignia marked with the image of a unicorn. It was attached to her secondhand jacket, if only for the sake of ritual. There were lines. There were forms. There were endless hallways to wander. She turned at the sound of a door opening. Umbra gave a low "boof", a warning. |