Hana stood out side the institute, staring up at it, it was a foreign concept to her, entering a place filled, not just with Nephilim but with all kinds of downworlders. She did not miss the footsteps approaching her, but felt so entrapped in her own fear that she did not wish to turn and face them, she did not like change, and this would be her biggest change in over fifty years. “I am sorry.” she said when she realized the person behind her had halted, “I must be in your way.”
Dani just about managed to catch herself as she slipped, turning the corner of the stairs. Just what she needed, she thought to herself flipping her hair back as she stood up. “I’m alright. This is just not my day.”
Ravens and Writing Desks 