[ Copper and ozone are strong scents; they make her tense, already on edge from the strange dream. She follows that foreboding tang on the air into the Northern Hallway, rather than the movement of dream-people in the darkness; she's drawn toward danger more than things that might be easy, just as a matter of pride.
She keeps her needle in hand, and her strides purposeful, like she brooks no interruption. If anything meets her on the way, she'll deal with them as she always has. ]
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She keeps her needle in hand, and her strides purposeful, like she brooks no interruption. If anything meets her on the way, she'll deal with them as she always has. ]