Shepherd of Fire

"I didn’t know that you only had to say gorgeous to be conceited," he said, smirking. 

"I like doing it early in the morning. There's less noise and it's just easier to concentrate. And I'm pretty sure you'll have no problem falling back into the routine of it, Loge." Shrugging a shoulder, she made a face at him and turned her hands up. "It wouldn't hurt for me to gain a little more strength in general, really. I don't wanna be one of those overly built chicks, but some muscle definition would be nice."

"But--I think before we get into this whole workout deal, we should indulge in some serious food intake. I've got the cash if you're willing to go into town to that little pub with the giant barbecued rib racks."

❝Well there’s that at least — —❞

While notes weren’t exactly practical, it certainly was a better method than just disappearing without any sort of acknowledgement. And Amelia knew that if such a thing had not been left, then she would lack the sentimentality in her welcoming… But such thoughts were not necessary now. 

"Honestly, Amelia, you need to hang out with someone who isn't Charles for once. And don't use my absence as a guilt trip. There are plenty of other people in this house. Surely you have to get along with some of them, right?"

❝I thought i’d opt for sentimentality, rather than welcome you back    with the threat of killing you for leaving me here without back up…❞ 

Or someone to have a decent conversation with, rather than the daily concept of worldly politics, and the different variations of available tea.  But she wouldn’t complain too much about Cerina’s absence. After all, it would not have been the first time that she would have taken off with- out a prior warning.

However, it was good to have her back. 

"At least I left a note this time, right?"

That had been about all she'd done. She hadn't meant to drop off the face of the earth, but sometimes it was just easier to leave for a little while. She would make up for her absence as soon as possible

She wanted to be mad: to be assertive towards the absence  of her friend. Not for a selfish gain, but through the course of absolute terror that her departure had left behind.

But her head shook: and a smile opposed the want of anger. 

"That's bullshit and we both know it."

Truth was, she'd needed to get away. The school was amazing and so was everyone in it, but feeling suffocated by it all was not how she wanted to live. Besides, she had some people to check on back home; she'd always planned on returning, anyhow.