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Somehow she always forgot how much brighter and closer the stars were out in the desert, whenever she travelled elsewhere. When dusk fell and the moon rose, looking close enough to walk right up to, her heart gave a warm little twist of homecoming - home wasn’t a place, it was something she carried in herself, wherever she planted her feet, but these shifting sands were the steadiest place she knew.
The engine in her battered truck had broken down yet again, but Miz Eliza considered that a problem for later. For now she sat on the cooling roof and mapped stories into the lights and spaces in the sky.
- Part 7 of Just a bunch of kids with badges
The second name on the door read ‘L. Jones, Mage’, and George raised a cautioiusly curious eyebrow. She knew an L. Jones who had sparks spilling from his fingers and his lips, but he was weeks of travel away and had a certain scoffing disrespect for the Academy. to be fair, so did she, but here she was. She knocked politely, and gently pushed the door open when there was no response.The room was empty - evidently her new roommate was out - but it was clear which half of the room was occupied. George didn’t have much with her, so wound up lying on her well worn bedroll staring at the ceiling. She sort of felt like she should go to the Library, bury herself in books, but there was a kind of tightness in her chest she had to remind herself how to breathe through first.
She was still remembering to breathe when the door clicked open. George sat up and twisted, and her breath caught in her throat all over again.
“Hi. I’m Laney Jones,” the tall, dark skinned girl smiled politely, precisely, “and you must be Georgiana - I met Rupert in the quad.”
“Just Ana, please.”
“Ana? Okay. Well, pleased to meet you, Ana Jones.”
(Observation #1: her smile is something practised)
- Part 2 of A Boy with a Badge