*Arwen's POV*
I try to unfeel it for approximately six hours before I accept that unfeeling it is not an option.
It's there when I sit down for dinner — the awareness of it pressing up through the floor like heat from something that runs too deep for temperature to explain. It's there when I walk the hallways, when I climb the stairs, when I sit at my desk trying to read a chapter of Supernatural Theory that I've now attempted four times without retaining a single sentence. Every time my attention goes quiet for more than a few seconds, the thing beneath the academy is there. Vast and dark and breathing in a rhythm that I'm starting to recognize the way you recognize a song you didn't know you'd memorized.
It responded to my power during the session with Zara. That's the part I can't st
