hardest of hearts

Thalia was home. She'd been home for awhile now, actually, but she'd been largely keeping to herself. Grappling with the emotions that had slowly been unearthed since Theory had all but banished her had proved difficult so far, since they were plentiful and complex, but when the shifting weather and the sun making a reappearance she felt her spirits lift marginally. Though she was far from cheerful, she felt herself rising out of the dark rut she'd dug herself into - though the heartache was shifting into something no doubt more dangerous: anger. Perhaps she could find some purpose for it though, some way to redirect it that didn't involve sinking her teeth into flesh, which was sounding all the more appealing as of late. A sigh fell from her lips as she navigated down to the bottom of the ravine, a journey familiar to her despite her time away. This was her home, after all, and it always would be.