TW: fear
--Bastet--
My feet press into the ground as I bring my hands up, breathing deep. Focus. I have to focus.
The colors behind my eyes swirl as I press them. I exhale, bringing my hands down swiftly. I peel open my eyes.
I stand in the dark Ixora room. I can hear my cottagemates evened breaths.
I had to move. I had to get up and do something. I was just laying there, eyes wide. I didn't want to stay awake, anxious over Thorn's words. But I am. I can't help it. She seemed off. Like she's slipping from her tree branches.
My stars glow a dim blue, matching my shallow breaths. I exhale watching them.
They flicker gold.
I stand up taller, my eyes glued to the frantically flickering stars. They quiver blue to gold, blue to gold. They stay golden.
"Wait," my voice shudders as I wave my hand. My stars curl into my chest. "Wait, go back." I release them, moving again with Blue-Eyed technique. They flicker back to blue.
I sigh, guiding my stars into my chest.
"Why did you do that?"
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