As Beckett crosses the room to where he’d placed his things before heading towards the window for a smoke, he maintains eye contact with the Kitsune. “Wheres your stuff at?” He asks, hands moving on their own as he slides his jacket on, checking for his wallet in his pocket, then sliding his phone and box of cigs into his left jacket pocket. He fixes his hood, making his way back over to her before pushing his hair from his face. “And no- it’s not a joke at all. Do you know how hard it is to control something that you can’t see? Being Kitsune, you guys make it look easy. That stuff is cool. I make, like, wind. Woo-hoo.” He laughs.
“Too far. Well, it’s on the way down, really. I don’t know -- I’ll see how I feel when we walk past the floor.” As they began to walk, she listened to what he had to say, cocking her head to the side -- an amused expression touched her features, and she let out a laugh. “Controlling something you can’t see? At least wind is tangible -- and though you can’t technically see it, you can feel it. You can hear it. You know it’s there.” Making their way through the doors of the Ascendor commons, they began to walk down the stairs of the castle. “I control time. If you think you’ve got it tough, try wrapping your head around that one, buddy. You know how the saying goes -- time doesn't exist, clocks exist? Well, apparently not.” She scoffed -- her expression, however, was gentle. She was playing around -- though deep down, she meant what she said. “Wind, though. Some of the most beautiful and tragic things are of the wind. The breeze in the summertime, hurricanes, sandstorms. Nature is a beautiful thing -- you’re lucky, you know.” After talking for longer than she had expected, they were at the floor of the Brightfeather common room, and without warning she walked through the doors, only gesturing for him to follow once she had walked through them. Her sweatshirt was over the back of a chair, where she’d left it in-between classes earlier, and she lifted it over her head. It was probably five sizes too big, but that’s the way she liked it. “Now we can get going, yes? Lothering is calling my name. It’s been a long day.”
