That's... weird. She put the map down on the bedside table, confused. However hard she looked for Oneirius' office, she couldn't find it. It didn't exist. Then how the hell does he expect us to get there?
She ignored the worry for now. Oneirius would come looking for her eventually, and until then she could enjoy herself. There was the party that she could go to... And Sven might have been able to convince Rochelle to go. Though, maybe Lilli should just leave them alone for a while. Rochelle hadn't looked thrilled to see her back at the room, so maybe giving her a bit of space for a while would be good. And besides, there were other people she could talk to around the school. If she could only make the effort to befriend two people out of hundreds, what kind of person was she?
Okay. She'd make her way there and talk to the first person that caught her eye. Out of hundreds of people, it couldn't be hard to find one interesting looking guy, right?
She continued her musings while rooting through her desk drawers. She had been supplied food, drink and alcohol, so she had assumed that a hairbrush was lying around somewhere as well. Upon finding it she dragged it through her hair a few times, flicking it slightly at the end of each brush to complement the natural curl in her hair. She needn't make a huge effort, so she took only a minute or two, and when she finished she put the hairbrush in the top desk of her drawer.
And now all that was left was to get there. To the party. By the lake. With everyone else there... Watching her. Judging her...
She ignored the worry for now. Oneirius would come looking for her eventually, and until then she could enjoy herself. There was the party that she could go to... And Sven might have been able to convince Rochelle to go. Though, maybe Lilli should just leave them alone for a while. Rochelle hadn't looked thrilled to see her back at the room, so maybe giving her a bit of space for a while would be good. And besides, there were other people she could talk to around the school. If she could only make the effort to befriend two people out of hundreds, what kind of person was she?
Okay. She'd make her way there and talk to the first person that caught her eye. Out of hundreds of people, it couldn't be hard to find one interesting looking guy, right?
She continued her musings while rooting through her desk drawers. She had been supplied food, drink and alcohol, so she had assumed that a hairbrush was lying around somewhere as well. Upon finding it she dragged it through her hair a few times, flicking it slightly at the end of each brush to complement the natural curl in her hair. She needn't make a huge effort, so she took only a minute or two, and when she finished she put the hairbrush in the top desk of her drawer.
And now all that was left was to get there. To the party. By the lake. With everyone else there... Watching her. Judging her...