[this is one of many reasons details stay close to the cuff: the endless side prattle. Cecelia opts to ignore it as she works to bunch up the fabric of her sleeves and tuck it all out of the way as she approaches one of the falls.
despite her assurances to herself, the heat is still quite intense - far more than it ought to be were her natural immunities in play properly, but...Avalon doesn't play things properly, does it?
she exhales, then lifts her chin defiantly, squares her shoulders, and reaches in. prove me wrong, Avalon.]
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despite her assurances to herself, the heat is still quite intense - far more than it ought to be were her natural immunities in play properly, but...Avalon doesn't play things properly, does it?
she exhales, then lifts her chin defiantly, squares her shoulders, and reaches in. prove me wrong, Avalon.]