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A soft sigh escaped glossed lips as a woman exited swiftly from the Fiore Records Building. The raven-haired woman took the pantheon of stairs that led back towards the street two at a time. September Vollan had just finished filing the paperwork that legally states her mother to be dead and her household to be in September's name. All at the age of eighteen. September's heart was beating erratically as she felt like she was drowning. No crying... No crying! She repeated these words over and over in her head so she wouldn't actually start breaking down. Though her mother had kept things from her, September had still loved her dearly. The woman rubbed forewarningly at her eyes. The tears weren't coming out but it felt like she'd been sobbing for days. She needed a distraction, she needed some focus, she needed some food. After deciding that the latter mattered most in the immediate moment, the lavender-eyed woman made for the shopping district. "Just...tea. Please." September closed the menu in annoyance and sat forward, kneading her brow. She wanted food but didnt feel like making a decision. Her mind was too scattered right now. Just looking at the long tally of options put her on the verge of an anxiety attack. The waitress seemed to sense September's mood because she decided not to stick around. September didn't blame her. She wasn't being the best customer right now. September had stopped by Crocus on her way to Clover where she was supposed to find a woman named Alisa Vollan - her half-sister apparently. Just thinking about that also almost sent September over the edge. This was all too much. The woman closed her eyes and breathed deeply. She fell into herself, pushing everything else around her away. Her magic had always been a place of comfort. She didn't actually activate it, but she could feel the power of her telekinesis pulsing steadily through her veins. That one thing, that one steady consistency helped her find herself. Helped her hold on. September didn't open her eyes when the waitress set down her tea. Her mini-mediation was all too entrancing. Her thirst finally over-road her other senses about five minutes later. The woman reached for her cup with both hands and opened her eyes, gazing back at the lavender eyes staring solemnly at her. September chuckled a bit. "Just like mom used to make..." |