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Chista's room held little more than a bed, a desk and several shelves that lined the unpainted walls. Every aspect of the room gave the severe impression that this was just a temporary place. Even the bedding was just the school's standard issue bedding. There were no trinkets or personal paraphernalia cluttering the room. In fact the only thing Chista seemed to have brought were a lot of pieces of paper, some with obvious references to summoning, others with weird scripts and lost languages. Others yet would read to others as fiction, mere imaginations put on paper. There seemed to be no specific order to the paper as it lay scattered haphazardly about the room. One could deduct that somewhere in the mess of writings a pen might be found, though at first glance there was no sight of it. The single window in the room is open, possibly in part responsible for the chaos of paper.

It was here that Chista lay, face down, upon the bed. It appeared she had entered the room, put her papers down, initially on the desk, and simply passed out. Her hair was rapidly becoming a mess as she tossed and turned, clawing at the bed sheets. Perhaps someone waking her would be a mercy.