Cause I broke your heart

Lounging about in that lackadaisical way between bouts of mischief was something she hadn't done in ages, and wasn't feeling like doing any time soon. Iskra was still marinating in her feelings of worthlessness, feeling like a god-awful waste of space and simultaneously hating that she let herself keep doing this instead of being productive. It wouldn't be that hard to get up and go in search of Dragon. She could try to make amends for disappearing, see if he missed her and things could be okay again. But... Here she was, nestled in a depression in the ground that was covered by ferns so she was safely tucked away from sight. Wouldn't do for someone to see the normally mischievous woman looking like this.

Her ears flicked side to side on occasion when she heard rustling nearby, but for the most part it was just smaller prey animals passing by. Good. She could waste away in peace. Ah, but that wouldn't even work. Every time she thought like that it pissed her off so bad she wanted to smack some sense into herself. The constant turmoil was exhausting. Eyes slid shut and she simply lay there, listening to a few mice nearby scurrying through the grass and trying to convince herself to stop being pathetic. It would be stupid to give up when she'd already made her way into Boreas, right? She needed to see this through already, quit being a wuss and move her life forward no matter what happened.

A spark of irritation at her state ignited again, this time strong enough to get her to finally sit up and shake the dust from her pelt. Okay, fine, time to stop feeling sorry for herself. Iskra Aeris was supposed to be better than this. So she would be. Like, in a minute or two. Hopefully.