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_____Institutions of higher learning were often places that contained a wealth of information that otherwise would not be found open to the common public. Corona didn't visit them often, but when it came to unravelling mystery after mystery, she knew just where it would be that she would possibly find whatever it was that she was looking for. It also served as a perfect getaway as well—she wasn't looking forward to making the journey back to Inferni—from reality. The wolf who had more or less attacked her in the Dampwoods hadn't followed her into the city and the hours which had followed it afterwards had given her the time to clean the bites and scrapes. She'd bandaged her arm and inspected the cut on her face but other than that, Corona had come out better than she thought.
_____And now she had resigned herself to sitting on the damp floor of a water stained library, deciphering books that had seen better days. If their yellowed pages weren't one thing, the fact that the heat and humidity had gotten to them had warped their spines and made the pages damp themselves. But lucky for her, not all of the pages were ruined just like not all of the campus had a bad roof. However, it was a distant sneeze that snapped her out of her focus on the text; she couldn't help but sit up completely straight and bristle out of reaction. Any thoughts about reading left her as she closed the book and rose hastily to her feet, moving quietly through the maze of bookshelves and such to find the way she had come in. To look and see just who was on the other side of the wall, to find out if she had been followed.
_____However, through the cracked opening of the door, the figure that she spied out wasn't that of her random attacker, but someone completely different. A hybrid, she surmised, from his build and appearance alone. It was unique in the sense that hers was and for that reason alone, Corona couldn't help but venture out to his back, moving as quiet as the old floors and rugs would muffle her steps. “I'm afraid the tea's gone dry,” she spoke aloud, regarding him with a level of caution and curiosity. Where did his loyalities lie, if he had any? She had never seen the likes of him before, though that went for most every one in the region. At least he wasn't from Dahlia de Mai and she couldn't pick up anything that placed him in Esper Hollow, either.
_____Institutions of higher learning were often places that contained a wealth of information that otherwise would not be found open to the common public. Corona didn't visit them often, but when it came to unravelling mystery after mystery, she knew just where it would be that she would possibly find whatever it was that she was looking for. It also served as a perfect getaway as well—she wasn't looking forward to making the journey back to Inferni—from reality. The wolf who had more or less attacked her in the Dampwoods hadn't followed her into the city and the hours which had followed it afterwards had given her the time to clean the bites and scrapes. She'd bandaged her arm and inspected the cut on her face but other than that, Corona had come out better than she thought.
_____And now she had resigned herself to sitting on the damp floor of a water stained library, deciphering books that had seen better days. If their yellowed pages weren't one thing, the fact that the heat and humidity had gotten to them had warped their spines and made the pages damp themselves. But lucky for her, not all of the pages were ruined just like not all of the campus had a bad roof. However, it was a distant sneeze that snapped her out of her focus on the text; she couldn't help but sit up completely straight and bristle out of reaction. Any thoughts about reading left her as she closed the book and rose hastily to her feet, moving quietly through the maze of bookshelves and such to find the way she had come in. To look and see just who was on the other side of the wall, to find out if she had been followed.
_____However, through the cracked opening of the door, the figure that she spied out wasn't that of her random attacker, but someone completely different. A hybrid, she surmised, from his build and appearance alone. It was unique in the sense that hers was and for that reason alone, Corona couldn't help but venture out to his back, moving as quiet as the old floors and rugs would muffle her steps. “I'm afraid the tea's gone dry,” she spoke aloud, regarding him with a level of caution and curiosity. Where did his loyalities lie, if he had any? She had never seen the likes of him before, though that went for most every one in the region. At least he wasn't from Dahlia de Mai and she couldn't pick up anything that placed him in Esper Hollow, either.