[Iskra] Forget me not

Normally the idea of gulping down some fermented fruit elicited thoughts of some kind of party or a time worth remembering. Now, though, it just seemed like a decent enough way to numb herself a little and dull the thoughts of... Well, everything. What a shit being Iskra had turned out to be was probably highest on the list of things she wanted to forget about. So, sprawled out beside the little stream that stretched out through this mostly open praerie beneath a solitary apple tree, she munched away at one mostly fermented apple thinking of nothing but how she hoped it would make her feel, and what she hoped not to feel. Truly the low point of her life was upon her. No place to go but up, though, right?

Soon as that pleasant warmth began to fill her stomach, Iskra leaned back and sighed heavily. Moving out from under the cover of the tree, she found a good spot to lay down, flopping onto her back s she could stare at the sky absently. Briefly thoughts of wolves like Dragon, Arwen, Artemis and Leto would drift through her mind, but she continued to ignore them. All of them, Arwen included, were adults. They didn't need her, not so much that they'd waste away if she continued indulging her own selfish inclinations to procrastinate and avoid the harder parts of life for like a couple more minutes. Right? Right. So she'd just lay here for a while and giggle softly at her own jokes she made in her head while feeling quite certain that no one needed her, at least not in the state she was in.