[ Hornet ignores the light, as she's done time and time again in the waking world, back in the kingdom she haunted like a ghost herself. She trails her fingers over the posters, thoroughly investigates this empty human street, before continuing onwards; more to show that no calling light is her master than anything else.
(It's a bit of stubbornness that nobody else will see but her, but she is always and honestly herself, even when nobody is around to lay eyes on it.)
She approaches the tower, needle gleaming in her hand. Wary, cautious, as always. ]
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(It's a bit of stubbornness that nobody else will see but her, but she is always and honestly herself, even when nobody is around to lay eyes on it.)
She approaches the tower, needle gleaming in her hand. Wary, cautious, as always. ]