starter for @nobodytoucheshispreciousnanako
Cataclysm is a strange place, Lyra has learned. Different from her home world--but not always in a bad way. She’s spent the majority of the past weeks observing the other residents, aiming to gather information on their purported objectives, as well as possible reasons why they in particular were chosen.
Well, her search had turned up mostly empty, and the feeling of being unable to summon magic was beginning to bother her. She felt a little bad about this--many of the people she met had their hands full keeping beginners away from the Veil, and now she was about to be one of them. But she had faith in her ability; she did train rigorously for the military (which mostly meant she shouldn’t be pulling a stunt like this). All in all, if nobody else got involved it would be a low-risk plan.
“I guess I should go now. I’ll think about what I’ll say if I get caught later, I guess. Which way again...?”
On her way, a small deck of cards drops out of her pocket, but her speed is such that she doesn’t notice. Time is of the essence here.
