#kyffin

She hopes mother hurries back to shoo them away.

(Mother will never hurry back)

All she wants is to enter the library-- that mythopoeic place from which she is banned. She tried, scanning her PDD at the door. Today, as every day, the scanner emits a low buzz and refuses her entry. Chloe sits. Watching the door, unmoving. Her bare, earth coated feet curl up at the toes. They're a little cold, but she feels so much more grounded without shoes.

The time drags itself by her on rickety legs, and she has the vaguest notion that she should be somewhere else. Washing dishes, or mopping floors, or... the miasma dissipates from her eyes, bidden by the sound of a footstep. It had been so quiet, before. Chloe twitches, fingers shaking as she glances at the newcomer, looking quite adroitly between their eyes and not into them.] Are you going in there? Into the library? [She wouldn't hurt anyone. She only wants to look up the phases of the moon in the coming months, because she can hardly cleanse the air around her if she doesn't know what's waxing and what's waning.]

[It was one of those rare hot summer days on the island, the sun was out and the air was heavy making work seem twice as hard and time exceptionally longer. But Logan lived for these days. She'd gone from living in perpetual warmth of California to living in a part of the world famous for grey skies and rain. Summer here was still green, the days were long and the nights short, sweet and warm. It was different, but at least it made it easier to accept that this was her home from now on.]

[She had some free time before dinner, just a few hours really, but it was just what Logan needed. She'd been so busy today she hadn't had a moment to enjoy the sun, the heat, there way it felt on her skin]

[Sitting on one of the wooden dock of the Colony's now empty bay, the Blonde took off her boots and tights, leaving her in just a skirt and t-shirt. She rolled up her sleeves to expose her shoulders, then say on the wooden structure, feet dangling off the air, leaning back on her hands, chin raised to the sky so she could sunbathe]