[Maya, for her part, is quiet during preparation. She tries to keep focused on any task at hand -- keeping from nicking her fingers on her sword as she struggles to slice potatoes, ensuring that Salieri and Discord don't kill each other, anything to keep her from looking over her shoulder every now and again.
But it still happens. She glances to every stray corner, trying to ignore how her heart rises in her throat. She's almost certain that the giraffe was a coincidence but... many other things had felt that way since arriving.
Maya only does one round at the party this time. She brings spare mugs of cocoa to those that are empty-handed. But as soon as she's sure things have settled properly, she ducks out of the cafeteria.
The rest of her evening is spent in the dance studio. The rest of this "party" had followed the same pattern, why shouldn't this? Now that she had her sword, she needed to practice all the harder. She'd failed in her promise once. It won't happen again.]
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But it still happens. She glances to every stray corner, trying to ignore how her heart rises in her throat. She's almost certain that the giraffe was a coincidence but... many other things had felt that way since arriving.
Maya only does one round at the party this time. She brings spare mugs of cocoa to those that are empty-handed. But as soon as she's sure things have settled properly, she ducks out of the cafeteria.
The rest of her evening is spent in the dance studio. The rest of this "party" had followed the same pattern, why shouldn't this? Now that she had her sword, she needed to practice all the harder. She'd failed in her promise once. It won't happen again.]