Briar Rose approaches with all due caution, and an elated giddiness. This is where the Silver Ladder would gather if there'd been any in the Circle.
While the cat's away the mice'll play... comes unbidden in her mind. Her hair's in a messy braid thrown over her shoulder. In her hand a sleep mask, and ear plugs. Wearing comfortable lounge wear. PJs really. Her shirt she'd stolen from ArnieMorgan years ago. Before The Wake. Worn, faded, familiar. It didn't smell like anything but detergent, and had cooled down from it's dryer warmth.
Tentatively she chooses a futon, sinking down onto it. Legs crossed. She can't help her foot from bouncing.
She never had a chance to - properly do - this was.
She bites her lip as her fingers tap against her knee. She wondered who else got the call for this journey.
Current Spells: Monthly Rits: 2E LifeShield Pot 3, Life Sight Pot 3
Mana: 5 | Willpower: 3
Equipment: Sleep mask, ear plugs, pjs.