by Will Stanton » Mon Mar 01, 2021 6:24 pm
About a week after the en-mirroring, a Will finally poked it's head out of the mirror on it's own -- not prompted by a visitor or a request, not initiated by someone reaching in, just...out and about.
Leaving a single tally mark on a whiteboard pinned to the back of the mirror, Will left the new room in search of...well, it was hard to put a finger on, exactly. In search of searching. Walking about slowly, as if they were experiencing the world for the first time.
If they were attempting to not draw attention, they were failing, miserably. It wasn't the most common sight in England to see someone in a batik sarong, the colorful patterns of the fabric contrasting with the tight white tank top, emerald hair cascading in a long ponytail down the back. Will's bare feet trod through the plush carpet of the hallway, across the tiled floor of the grand entrance hall, and into the grass of the quad outside.
They paused, looked up at the sky, and took in a large breath, feeling the summer wind blowing across the grounds of campus.
((open))