Xaviers!

As Vinnie starts away, Tereza can't help but find her eyes drawn to the movement. There's an idle thought of how easy it would be to tackle him, with just the right angle to do it. The energy in her limbs is returning.

She frowns and wrenches her focus away from Vinny. I'm definitely not training enough.

It's awkward to be idle like this. The energy needs to go somewhere.

Damn it. She took off again, this time on a wider and harder run, circling the grounds even further out.

Soon, Tereza's hair is streaming out behind her as she runs. It's so much better out here, her heart pounding in her chest, her limbs urging her on. To call it a runner's high doesn't quite do it justice.

Somewhere out in the wooded area of the grounds she stops. She tries to tell herself that she's catching her breath, but in reality she's weirded right the fuck out. She's never minded running, but the sheer amount of enjoyment is bothering her when piled on with all the other strange sensations and urges she's been having.

It's alive out here. Even without other people. She can hear birdsong, the occasional scuttling of something in the underbrush. The pleasant smells from when she was out on the grounds have returned, joined by the thick scent of her effort.

It's... not all that different from her dream, in a way.

What the hell is wrong with me? Her body tensed as she started to worry even more. She wasn't panicking, but this was getting too weird for even her mind.

There's a few moments of night silence, her whole body taut as a guitar string.

Then... her stomach growls in protest.

Okay, maybe I'm just really hungry. She heads off for the cafeteria at a quick run.