by Miriam Bell » Tue Dec 29, 2020 3:03 am
As much as Miriam wants to help Will, for once she's made the decision to be careful and not keep running headfirst down an ill-conceived plan. She has an idea but she doesn't exactly trust her ability to execute it. Not yet. At least Sam was still off who knows where so she didn't even have to make up excuses for not asking her help. Of course that leaves her grasping around in the dark on her own which historically has not gone fantastic. So she spends the days tucked away in her room, sleeping like a corpse or going through Psychology textbooks, which doesn't really feel like it's helping her particular case but does manage to shed some incidental light on the various mental metaphors she's concocted or come across.
Her nights are spent wandering the grounds, usually the hedge maze, flexing her power in the absence of anybody else. She starts small, envisoning doors and archways in the walls of the maze, creating large openings of polished marble floors framed by hedges, quite literally walking her mind. Eventually she eases into larger ideas and sections and those still on or returning to campus hear rumors of walls and shingled roofs rising from the twisting passages of the maze at night. But come the morning light they always disappear without a trace, leaving the hedge maze exactly as it was before, much to Miriam's chagrin.
Eventually she settles in for an exercise in stubbornness. Black umbrella propped up against her shoulder, handle tucked between her knees, a book open on the grass next to her but gone mostly ignored and a large thermos next to it. But her attention is focused almost entirely on a single elaborate tile of polished wood that has sprouted from the ground, not taking her eyes off of it as the sun is coming up as f t might disappear if she did, which very well might be the case...
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