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[sup][i][color=e9afc8]Right now I'm listening to: [url=https://youtu.be/Yn2c06B0ows]something to keep my head on straight[/url]. It doesn't feel appropriate at all.[/color][/i][/sup]
Jitters. Bad jitters. Really bad jitters. They were bad when she woke up. They got better when she went practice flying. Now they're back. And they're bad. But Indra's been taught to act against her feelings from time to time; she nods at the simple order, clings desperately to the directions, and looks to Myron... speaking of acting against her feelings. But, shit, she's one of the leads - she has to be seen volunteering herself to him fast. She doesn't wait to see if Noel moves. Should she?

[color=e9afc8]"Let's go, then,"[/color] she tells him, apparently calm and trusting. As she approaches her transport, she conjures Dís. She doesn't spread her wings wide like the photos, but those who know of the Valkyrie would recognize her now if ever. She sighs, and tries to keep it under her breath.

On the other side, what comes first? - assess the surroundings. Next? - find her team.

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Hannie is watching. Hannie is a little nervous. Hannie is passing this turn, staying close to Kaitlyn and far from... you know, the other woman.