by Nailah Weaver » Sun Apr 22, 2018 5:48 am
In total she'd spend well over a week in Muir, according to her notes and the calendar. Between this and her mad scramble to save her parents before she'd spend barely a day at the school during the last two or three weeks. Most of which she'd spend either fighting or in a hospital. That alone should be enough to make her question her life-choices, but somehow she doesn't regret anything. She'd done what needed to be done and stopped Hazard and the only thing weighing on her mind now is how long it'll be before she can go out again and how much work it's going to be to get her body back into shape. In some ways her memory issues helped with that. She doesn't really remember her time in the hospital so it's hard to grow impatient about her healing. From her point of view she woke up after her battle with Hazard in remarkably good shape. According to her journal she woke up in a panic at first, but it seemed to have diminished. A little. The idea of having defeated Hazard seems to be slowly seeping into her subconsciousness and somehow she just knows to reach for her journal, even if she wakes up without any conscious awareness of it's existence. Which meant that things weren't just gone entirely. Part of her narrowed in on the important things, the repeated bits. That meant she could still train herself and make progress.
And she had her notes. In a way it was like her past self is sending her messages, which seems ironic to her. It felt weird to write things addressing herself like a completely different person, a strange dread about the person she's right in this moment somehow ending and an impostor taking her place the next day. A stupid thought, she's herself right now after all and reading through her entries in the journal reassures her. It reads... natural to her and reminds her that there's still a connection. That and the fact that she can turn her mental eye towards the future. She might feel disconnected and afloat sometimes, but when her thoughts about it grow too dark she has ways to prove to herself that there's still a coherent path linking it all together.
She's shaken out of her thoughts when the car comes to a stop with the crunching of gravel and she looks out the window to see the dorm and off to the side the familiar mansion. She let's out a deep sigh and waits for the driver to open the door for her while she gets her crutch sorted out. She scoots herself out of the door and rolls her shoulder a little, the joint a bit stiff from the long ride. Finally she makes her way to the dorm and waves the driver off when he moves to assist her. Instead she spreads her wings demonstratively and beats them as she pushes herself off the ground with her good leg. She can fly, what's a couple steps. She wobbles a little sticking the landing at the top of the stairs on only one leg, but she feels infinitely better about a less than perfect landing than letting somebody help her up the steps. The stairs inside are a little more daunting, but she has a hand-rail to help her and nobody to try and impress, so she can take her time.
Finally she gets to her room and roughly sits down on her bed. "Freaky..." she mumbles.