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Being back at camp felt different for the Daughter of Khione. 

And she didn’t know if it was the good kind or not.

As Astrid aimlessly wandered around camp, going from Big House to the Barracks to some of the other cabins, she just wandered without any real direction. She was too deep in her own head to pretend she cared to pay attention. And that was honestly because of the thoughts that were consuming her drug-filled brain.

When she stepped through the barrier that shielded them from outside forces and she lost sight of her sister, Astrid couldn’t shake the feeling that it truly wasn't the same. Before she left for Norway to be with her sister, before having that choice of staying or leaving (it wasn’t much of a choice because Astrid would never not be near Issura. That was never an option. Sure, somewhere deep down she felt regret because she was leaving a life she knew for so long, but at the end of the day, her whole world was her sister. If there was anyone she felt the safest nearby, it was her sister.

And, on some level, she had hoped that it was a two-way street.

[i]Still thinking about our sister, are we?[/i]

As Astrid was about halfway to the Khione Cabin, she rolled her eyes when she heard Vidar’s voice speak to her. [color=9966cc]“Oh fuck off already!”[/color] She cursed aloud, earning weird glances from passing Demis. 

She didn’t care and she heard the remnants of her legacy’s laugh as it faded.

You want to know the main reason Astrid LArsen takes so many goddamn pills? It’s to keep the invading presence of her legacy out of her mind for as long as possible. Vidar wasn’t like most legacies. While they respect boundaries and the rule of law that their respective Godkings might enforce, he was a rebellious little twat that just clung to the concept of annoying Astrid any chance he got. 

The worst part of it all? It worked.

Until it didnt’.

[color=9966cc]“Whatever. He’s gone and I wont be hearing from him in a few days.”[/color] 

Thank the Gods for Big Pharma.

And at long last, Astrid had made it to the Khione Cabin. Her sister probably thought she was dead or had just forgotten about her. Or that someone else had forgotten about her, but none of those were true. Astrid just liked to take the scenic route. What mattered most was that she was here and when she felt the breeze of the Khione Cabin-exclusive chilling winds howl themselves by welcoming Astrid home, she immediately made a beeline for her sister’s room, knocking on the door, though she didn't practice common courtesy of waiting for an actual answer.

[color=9966cc]"No need to hold your applause!"[/color] Astrid stated. Unlike the common use of that saying, Astrid [I]wanted[/i] applause. "[color=9966cc]Your beloved sister has finally arrived."[/color]

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