[ The day Violet and Therion are sent on their way to the Academy is almost wretchedly hot, made worse for the fact that the wind is dead and still in the air. The busy to-and-fro of goodbyes, of clattering luggage and jumping from one mode of transport to another has left her feeling overheated and out of breath. Maybe if they'd been taking the plane, things would've been a bit less chaotic, but Violet doesn't handle planes very well. The altitude makes her feel sickly and woozy, makes her nose bleed and Hodgins frets (as he always does) about what the air pressure might do to her arms.
So like it or not, she and Therion are set to make their journey by train. It's a nice train, at least – a fancy private thing with old-fashioned decorating, private cars and most blessedly air conditioning. It's cool enough on board that Violet draws in a quick, sharp breath and finally starts to feel herself unwind a bit. Since they'd set out – or really, since she'd told Hodgins that she wanted to attend Daybreak to begin with – she'd felt floaty and unattached, fluttery and transient – which are the nice, flowery words that Violet uses to cover for the fact that she's so scared she thinks her heart might beat its way out of her chest.
Maybe that's why ever since they set out from the C.H. Postal Company, she's been trotting after Therion like a little duckling, her shoes tap-tap-tapping the floor in time with his own footsteps. Maybe the duckling comparison is a bit too kind – if we're going to be frank, it's more like she's dogging his footsteps. ]
Therion. [ That's the only warning she gives him before stopping in place. They're wandering through the train, trying to find a spot to sit and Violet's spied what looks like an empty car. ] I've found a place for us to sit, and store our luggage for now.
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So like it or not, she and Therion are set to make their journey by train. It's a nice train, at least – a fancy private thing with old-fashioned decorating, private cars and most blessedly air conditioning. It's cool enough on board that Violet draws in a quick, sharp breath and finally starts to feel herself unwind a bit. Since they'd set out – or really, since she'd told Hodgins that she wanted to attend Daybreak to begin with – she'd felt floaty and unattached, fluttery and transient – which are the nice, flowery words that Violet uses to cover for the fact that she's so scared she thinks her heart might beat its way out of her chest.
Maybe that's why ever since they set out from the C.H. Postal Company, she's been trotting after Therion like a little duckling, her shoes tap-tap-tapping the floor in time with his own footsteps. Maybe the duckling comparison is a bit too kind – if we're going to be frank, it's more like she's dogging his footsteps. ]
Therion. [ That's the only warning she gives him before stopping in place. They're wandering through the train, trying to find a spot to sit and Violet's spied what looks like an empty car. ] I've found a place for us to sit, and store our luggage for now.