She'd been going to the W.I.T.C.H. bus the last few days, catching up with Negi, and was starting to feel pretty good. There was no potential awkwardness, mostly because she hadn't seen Will yet and saw Matt only a few times. Recently though, she noticed that Zuko wasn't around now, and after several inquiries, she realized he'd been repodded, along WITH Goliath. She had stayed in her room, making sure to put up a barrier: she knew the guys would be feeling her pain otherwise, and she wanted to keep this to herself.

And then she saw Matt's post and knew that as much as she was hurting, Matt was probably worse off. She set for the bus immediately, hoping that he was okay, trying to ensure she was feeling a little better herself, and had brought a small tray of snacks and hot tea.

She arrived, entering the bus and knocked on his door. "Matt? It's Katara. Can I come in?"

Welcome meatship crewmembers to the instrument of pure silly.

It had been a long period of waiting, but a prank was about to be issued after these dire dark times. As such, tables were set up around the WITCH Bus and other locations, unmanned stands where Lemonade and Brownies were available with the compliments of your friendly companions.

Do you dare risk chocolately goodness or sour-sweetness to discover it's dark delicious secrets?

(ooc: tag around, bug others and feel free to continue to madness. IC duration is about a day. Unless you deliberately take more with you. As a reminder, Lemonade brings you up ages to a good looking adultish level. Brownies turn you into kids. GO NUTS. Refer to the ooc post for details and ask questions there.)

Namira had never imagined that her head would start to ache from simply reading. She enjoyed reading, as did most Magi of the Circle, but trying to learn concepts that otherwise took years to understand by mashing it all into a few weeks... Oh, what a mess it all was!

Some of the people from the more advanced places (for even on Thedas, Ferelden was a backwater), just didn't realize how lucky they were.

Exhausted, and her head heavy with new knowledge, she and Hakkar sat on the Observation Deck, on one of those meaty couches. Namira's head lolled back against the couch and she sighed heavily.

How could she make herself, and by extension the other Wardens, fit? And properly, too? "It's like learning to read all over again, hmm, Hakkar?" The dog whined, for as smart as it was, it wasn't as if he'd been sitting there researching with her. "Oh, don't make that face, you know what I meant."