Good idea. [When Lightning stops at the front door, Hope almost runs into her, due to his faltering ability to keep his eyes forward as more and more of the village passes his view. He'd been craning his neck, attempting to see if he could locate a glimpse of the school she'd mentioned. . .
He stands up straight, though, turning his gaze upon the door, and lifting a hand to shift the blanket on his shoulders again. The building they're at seems quite large, leaving him curious as to just how many people dwell within.]
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He stands up straight, though, turning his gaze upon the door, and lifting a hand to shift the blanket on his shoulders again. The building they're at seems quite large, leaving him curious as to just how many people dwell within.]