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“Very well then.” Serena said, chugging the rest of her drink. She disappeared into the tent with her bag, curling up and closing her eyes as she rested against the covered ground. She pretended that Veronica did not wake her up when the knightess trudged her way into the tent herself. 

Serena awoke slowly. Veronica was not there. This was likely to be quite the morning. She grabbed her flask again, took a drink… well, tried to. There was nothing left. She wasn’t at the cathedral anymore; she wouldn’t be able to order her special brew any time soon. Maybe she could find something in Twilight Fields, if she was lucky…

The warrior touched up hair and makeup by the reflection of her sword before she left the tent. It was rather early in the morning, the sun only barely rising above the horizon. She found Tirnea by the fire, and by the sound of it Veronica was off “training” again as well.

“I hope you found a good night’s rest, Tirnea,” Serena said. “Would you like me to prepare breakfast now, or shall we wait until-” she was cut off by the burst and crackle of flames, which were quickly cut off by a wave of Serena’s hand and a strong yet soothing gust of wind. Veronica poked her head out from behind the tent.

“Or shall we wait until we reach town.” Serena finished, her voice ever so slightly more firm. She turned her gaze to her student, who looked down in some form of apology.


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“WHAT YEAH THE REPORT’LL BE DONE IN TWENTY-” Rebecca said, awaking suddenly. Her energy suddenly faded as she adjusted to the situation. She did not fall asleep at her desk. There was no coffee. There was no extra reports to finish. Wait… there was no coffee. Damn it all…

Rebecca rose to her feet with a yawn. How in the world Chambala managed to be so awake was an enigma to her; she’d gone to sleep after the researcher did, as far as she knew. Maybe it was another trick of hers. She’d have to ask later. 

The researcher threw on her coat, slapped on her cap, adjusted them both, and carefully checked on her case before slinging it over her shoulder. Even if she hadn’t slept all that well, she was going to make some real progress today. With any luck, she’d get to see her hometown, turn in her report, and get ready to head back to the comfort of her lab and her study before the day was done. Rebecca took some of the food she had stored away and began eating as she left the room, trying to get those gears in her brain turning the way they were yesterday.

“I’m ready,” Rebecca said to her friend in between bites. “Did they say where we were supposed to meet up?”