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Jul. 20th, 2005 12:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
birthrightgreenShe's restless. Worried. Confused. So many things she doesn't understand and not understanding is making her want to scream. She's not one for giving into hysterical screaming though, so she kicks the furniture instead. Hard. Graysfang had loped in from the woods when he sensed she was back, and now stands in the doorway to the balcony watching her, worried.
*Surreal?*
She snarls at him slightly before she checks herself. It's not his fault.
"Don't. Fuss." Clear warning in her tone. He ducks his head.
She doesn't want to be fussed over. She wants...she doesn't know what she wants. Frustration prickles under her skin as if trying to drive her mad. Only two things she can think of to drive that feeling away, and one of them is unlikely for Darkness knows how long. So the other.
She changes swiftly into Lucivar-approved training clothes. She's still not as skilled as she'd like to be with the fighting sticks. She's likely to be bruised and battered and sore in all the wrong places by the end of it.
At least if the Darkness is merciful she will be.
She goes in search of one of the Eryiens to train with, or anyone else foolish enough to cross her path and agree to it.
*Surreal?*
She snarls at him slightly before she checks herself. It's not his fault.
"Don't. Fuss." Clear warning in her tone. He ducks his head.
She doesn't want to be fussed over. She wants...she doesn't know what she wants. Frustration prickles under her skin as if trying to drive her mad. Only two things she can think of to drive that feeling away, and one of them is unlikely for Darkness knows how long. So the other.
She changes swiftly into Lucivar-approved training clothes. She's still not as skilled as she'd like to be with the fighting sticks. She's likely to be bruised and battered and sore in all the wrong places by the end of it.
At least if the Darkness is merciful she will be.
She goes in search of one of the Eryiens to train with, or anyone else foolish enough to cross her path and agree to it.
