Amaranie slowly closed the door to her room behind her, not wanting to wake Haxia who had for once appeared to be sleeping peacefully. The novice yawned, then started off down the hall, hoping the nightmare she'd just had would fade away. It had been the Accepted again, bursting into flame right before her own eyes. Her death had haunted Amaranie's dreams most nights since it had happened, and the novice couldn't help wondering if she would have lived if she'd spoken up about the Amyrlin sooner. She sighed, dropping her eyes to the tiles beneath her feet as she continued to walk, trying to focus on something, anything, else. All she wanted was to forget the nightmare enough to return to her room and at least lay in her bed, though Amaranie did not think she would sleep again this night.
Her long legs enabled her to walk quickly, and she wasn't paying much attention to where exactly she was going. This wasn't the first time she'd left her room after curfew when she couldn't sleep, and by now Amaranie knew her way around. Without meaning to, she found herself moving closer to one of the walls. She didn't notice how close she was until she struck her foot against it, pitched forward, and fell, catching herself with her hands. A loud thump echoed down the hallway, and Amaranie looked up, nervously searching the halls. She'd never been caught wandering before, and had no desire to be, but the noise had been quite loud and she was afraid she'd woken someone up. For the moment, it did not appear that she had, and Amaranie pushed herself off the floor and straightened up, intending to continue her walk, and hopefully avoid anyone she might have managed to wake.