She doesn't return to Rodgers Dorm, either. She takes as much time as it's needed to grab a new shirt from the costume room, shower off in the girls' locker room, and drag a chair and large storage bin from the prop area to the gym. Her cloak is folded on the bleachers. The deerskin liner is soaking in the bin, with a whole bunch of shampoo. The water's slightly red, but it appears like it's going to take something a little more heavy-duty to get it clean.
Peregrine herself? Well, she's doing those bleacher runs she's so fond of. And squats. And every exercise she can think of.
"But if you could erase grief - if you could remove it. You would?"
Peregrine runs. She runs and she pushes and she does not stop. ]
One! Feel the roots, Feel the rush in your body when you—
[ "You want to hurt?" ]
Two! Bust up, Feel the power in your core!
[ "Why do you care about him? He does not benefit you." ]
Three! Stay loose, Feel the wind blowing through you when you—
[ "But you are a leader. You have cultivated a following. They rely on you, and it is your job not to lead them astray." ]
Four! Break down, take every weakness down to the floor!
[ "But it's... it's my fault. I... it was selfish. I shouldn't have..." ]
Push into the fear until it shatters! Barriers beware, I'm gonna shatter—
[ Peregrine does not stop.
She will not stop.
Even when she's tired and breathing so very heavily, she keeps going and going and going.
She won't stop—
Not until she shatters.
If it's much later. You may find her sitting on the bleachers, with her head in her hands, her shoulders heaving. Maybe she's having trouble breathing after all that. Maybe she's crying.
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She doesn't return to Rodgers Dorm, either. She takes as much time as it's needed to grab a new shirt from the costume room, shower off in the girls' locker room, and drag a chair and large storage bin from the prop area to the gym. Her cloak is folded on the bleachers. The deerskin liner is soaking in the bin, with a whole bunch of shampoo. The water's slightly red, but it appears like it's going to take something a little more heavy-duty to get it clean.
Peregrine herself? Well, she's doing those bleacher runs she's so fond of. And squats. And every exercise she can think of.
"But if you could erase grief - if you could remove it. You would?"
Peregrine runs. She runs and she pushes and she does not stop. ]
One!
Feel the roots,
Feel the rush in your body when you—
[ "You want to hurt?" ]
Two!
Bust up,
Feel the power in your core!
[ "Why do you care about him? He does not benefit you." ]
Three!
Stay loose,
Feel the wind blowing through you when you—
[ "But you are a leader. You have cultivated a following. They rely on you, and it is your job not to lead them astray." ]
Four!
Break down, take every weakness down to the floor!
[ "But it's... it's my fault. I... it was selfish. I shouldn't have..." ]
Push into the fear until it shatters!
Barriers beware, I'm gonna shatter—
[ Peregrine does not stop.
She will not stop.
Even when she's tired and breathing so very heavily, she keeps going and going and going.
She won't stop—
Not until she shatters.
If it's much later. You may find her sitting on the bleachers, with her head in her hands, her shoulders heaving. Maybe she's having trouble breathing after all that. Maybe she's crying.
Maybe it's both. ]