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Shinhwa was transfixed. Her state of shock seemingly had been cemented into her by the happenings around her, and the tactile feeling of the fine paper she held in her hands only made the disconnect more jarring, preceding her asking questions like, "When did she grab ahold of the talsiman" and "Why is her hair in front of her and the sky suddenly forward and--"
The near-accident gave her the needed adrenaline rush to break out of her thought cycle into a world of clarity, albeit equally as unrealistic and dreamy as the one she had just come from. However, understanding the need to physically remove herself from this potentially disorienting situation, she bowed quickly to start uttering an adieu: "Thank you for your generosity and kindness, most emminent High Priestess and Tsukaima Memory, and I hope you will not take objection to the most strong desire I have to celebrate this in the way I feel can only be appropriate for a priestess: Solemn and heartfelt prayer over several hours, that which is best suited to my cloistered closet back at my residence. I hope you do not mind my absence, for you always have my ear if you ever do need me. Praise for the most high, High Priestess; I must be going now to commence with my dutiful worship." She turned to walk back towards her residence, not caring if her friends were following or were jumping off the wall; her mind was already swarming with thousands of thoughts that appeared as if they had been there all along.
Shinhwa opened her door, locking it behind her, and went straight to her bed and prayed until she slept.
The near-accident gave her the needed adrenaline rush to break out of her thought cycle into a world of clarity, albeit equally as unrealistic and dreamy as the one she had just come from. However, understanding the need to physically remove herself from this potentially disorienting situation, she bowed quickly to start uttering an adieu: "Thank you for your generosity and kindness, most emminent High Priestess and Tsukaima Memory, and I hope you will not take objection to the most strong desire I have to celebrate this in the way I feel can only be appropriate for a priestess: Solemn and heartfelt prayer over several hours, that which is best suited to my cloistered closet back at my residence. I hope you do not mind my absence, for you always have my ear if you ever do need me. Praise for the most high, High Priestess; I must be going now to commence with my dutiful worship." She turned to walk back towards her residence, not caring if her friends were following or were jumping off the wall; her mind was already swarming with thousands of thoughts that appeared as if they had been there all along.
Shinhwa opened her door, locking it behind her, and went straight to her bed and prayed until she slept.
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