[Hester is walking straight toward the football field- more specifically the the large white stone and yellow rosebushes at the edge of the field. When she gets there she stands in front of it, hands folded in front of her, for a long few minutes.
Nana's too far away to tell if she's saying anything or just standing there silently but it doesn't take long before Hester drops to her knees and starts to dig at the dirt at the edge of the rock, like she's trying to get under it. Her long dark hair obscures her face but it's not hard to imagine her expression with how ferociously she's tearing at the ground with just her bare hands, shredding fresh grass and soil.]
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Nana's too far away to tell if she's saying anything or just standing there silently but it doesn't take long before Hester drops to her knees and starts to dig at the dirt at the edge of the rock, like she's trying to get under it. Her long dark hair obscures her face but it's not hard to imagine her expression with how ferociously she's tearing at the ground with just her bare hands, shredding fresh grass and soil.]