it was unusual to see bronwyn much these days , head heavy with a thousand thoughts ( all dealing with the problem at hand ) such that she was weighed down to academic building and her dorm room . yet , she had to eat breakfast , and thus the death shadowed spirit sat , back straight , at one of the tables utility hall . before her fruit , toast , and tea . and of course , a notebook , open to a page of notes on recent workings she’s trying to untangle , as if necrosis was a riddle she just had yet to find the right wordplay for . she sees adore , smiles ( though there’s a hint of something caustic to it ) , and beckons her over . ‘ having a good morning ? ’ @daisieds