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[Aya's had a hard time getting along. After the main gathering he disappeared into hiding, and didn't try to contact anyone. Thus, it's a surprise he's out now, in the hallway with his dog and an old tennis ball, playing fetch on the third floor.

They look happy at the moment, with him tossing the ball, and Blanca running to retrieve it, barking loudly now and then when he teases her by pretending to throw the ball instead.
]

"S'okay, girl. Here. Catch it!

[And off she goes, chasing after the ball, the two of them lost in one another's company.]
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[There's absolutely no need to panic.

The tap-tap-tap of her cane against the clean, polished floor is one of the only sounds she can hear. The corridor seems completely empty, and when she rests her hands on the doors, she can feel no vibrations of movement or speech in them. It doesn't mean nothing is, she knows, but she certainly can't feel it, and she has a better sense of presence than most.

She was aware it was bright, and that there was a faint - a very faint - green tinge to the light. It was about all she could see through the blindfold. Logic told her to take it off and see her surroundings, but she couldn't. She had to be blind until she was called to See.

Even if it meant being blind in unfamiliar surroundings, with no concept of how she got to where she was, and everything felt strange.

But even with that in mind, there's no need to panic.

The creak of wood catches her attention. She stops tapping her cane against the floor and brings it towards her, casually resting both hands on the head of it. She turns, smoothly, to face the newcomer, a faint smile on her face.

There's no need to panic.
]

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