Weak of Wanting

Starling hadn't been doing too well. He was so tired all the time, and he had to force himself to even go looking for plants. Plants! He had never had to force himself to do anything with healing before. It had been his lifeblood, his everything. If there was anything that he could do with such ease it was this. But lately...he didn't much want too. He went out, travelled aimlessly, and had to remind himself to find something for his stores. He had to make time to sort through his collection and toss the bad plants. And lately, it was getting worse. The colder it got, the worse he felt. The flowers were beginning to wilt, and he was beginning to sigh more and more.

He felt so anxious, too. His heart constantly raced, and he always felt like someone was sitting on his chest. Every time he returned home, he felt that insessent feeling within him that it was wrong. He had let everyone down so much and so often that just stepping foot on the lands was wrong. He didn't deserve it. But he had a job to do, he needed to teach Quake, and he couldn't let her down. Even though he already had. So, that morning he tried to perk himself up as much as possible, before he ventured out to find her. He needed to teach her everything he knew, if that was the last thing he did. Maybe then Abaven could have the healer Starling had always longed to be.

It didn't take long for him to find the young girl, and he smiled sadly when he noticed the tell tale signs of stress clinging to her body. He knew it well, because she was just like him in almost every way. He could read the shakiness in her expression, and he knew he had to do something for her. So he took a deep breath and jumped onto the rocks, moving towards her. "H-hello." He said softly, breathing softly. "We h-have s-so much to do. A-are you ready?" He tried to give her his best smile, hoping that his eyes shone with the happiness he wanted to show. "W-we need to m-make up some time, a-afterall."

"Burn Baby Burn" || "Bruciare Bambino Bruciare"