Broken Record
Arian was spending her time playing with a small rock she had found a little entertaining in her time. Watching the water as she pawed the stone back and forth. She wasn't being lazy no, her body was just so fragile she had to spend her time recovering before anything else. Now she didn't have to instruct Vereux on how to treat her wounds. There was Amalia and other healers here to take care of her, even if she felt like she didn't deserve it. Her tail curled around her body as she looked at her reflection, cringing a little the resting wolf receding further into brush with her rock. She hated the scene of her face, any mention of her mangled scar or leg was enough to send her body into hyperdrive. She let out a puff of air and folded her front paws, laying her head on it to look at the water from that distance she had placed between the heated steam. Seeing everyone again was sort of odd to her. It was the most difficult thing ever after being gone, you couldn't just pop up again and everything be fine. Her crystal eyes were sore from crying as well, as she heaved out another sigh trying to make herself feel better in that way. Life didn't revolve around her and it was difficult, but she was too much of a coward to die. That and her genius mind made it difficult to move on from things when she barely even noticed it. Her tail made a small beat against the ground when she thought about it. And this freedom she felt was sort of sickening. Though Arian had seen herself in a very, grotesque state. Her head tilting to the side, she was convinced the whole world hated her and that she was a body for the rest to use.
Arian had been ordered to rest so she did, because whenever she got up and tried to help with herbs or otherwise she had trouble seeing and got dizzy. She wanted to get better, her desire to do so was probably what drove her. She may have had depression, and a personality disorder but she didn't want it to have her. She would work to get better, even if it took some time. After all, she wouldn't get better overnight. The girl rolled over onto her back feeling her wounds tickle some as she frowned. Relaxing her crippled leg off to the side as her eyes turned towards the sky watching the clouds. The freedom felt odd indeed. |