headlock
laeta
12-28-2021, 06:41 PM
Unbeknownst to the smaller male (or perhaps, it was), Laeta was beginning to catch on that she might be helping her packmates in some way. For the longest time she felt her paralysis was nothing more than a curse, something that forced her to sit and drench herself in constant misery and relive her traumatic past. True, some portion of the near-endless night had dont that to her, reliving every horrible moment in the midst of a life-threatening ooze. However, now with the sun shining its healing rays upon the land, there was none of that to be found. The more Lae recovered in mind, she accepted the condition of her body as just a hindrance in her movement. Her ability to communicate and spread her words of hope and wisdom and comfort to other wolves, however, was perfectly intact. She’d use what she had and be grateful for it, which she was. The emaciated woman nodded at Sota’s quick reply. "I see. I’m glad to hear that," she said, her ruby eyes twinkling with some essence of relief. Everyone seemed well, which was fine for a quick glance upon the recovering condition of the pack. It didn’t erase the struggles hidden deep within, though, but it was nobody’s fault for not catching on to those struggles at a glance. Indeed, she was also grateful for what she could experience, including the sun on her sore bones. Deion’s massages worked wonders on relieving the pressure and pain built up in her arthritic joints, built up from inactivity and years of constant, stressful movement. Then Sota mention the mental darkness, making the woman offer a soft hum in concern. Mental darkness was arguably just as painful as the pain on one’s physical form, or so she believed. She only hoped that her packmates could come seek counsel if they wished, as her current condition allowed her not to exit the room on her own - thus, the words they’d utter would stay within it. Nobody deserved to suffer, that she believed quite strongly. Still, she wouldn’t pressure anyone to talk - sometimes those who struggled with the darkness needed time on their own to heal and process, just as she did. Each wolf was different in how they dealt with that darkness that each person held within. She smiled softly at the mention of summer, a deep sigh of relief at the upcoming warm season emanating from her nostrils. "Indeed," She said softly. Summer was a time of joy and warmth, preceding a time known for rejuvenation and rebirth. Perhaps something rejuvenating and joyful would come her way. As Sota mentioned the flowers blooming in the fields, Laeta smiled kindly at his offer. She did enjoy flowers. The dried ones on the mantle of her fireplace were beginning to crumble, anyways, and she did like the idea of sprucing up the space that she spent almost all her time in. Her eyes shimmered with a beam of joy as she replied, "If you’re up to it, that would be wonderful! I always enjoyed collecting flowers. I’d dry them and then decorate the room with them." The old but still slightly colorful flowers she’s dried that sat in ancient yet colorful vases was a reminder of what she used to be able to do. Not that she seemed upset about it anymore, rather, she felt more optimistic each day. If anything, she’d teach Mel how to dry them. She’d even learned how to press them onto sheets of paper material, but she had yet to create a scrapbook of sorts for that. |
comin' up for air in the deepest of the deep ends
i thought i learned it all, but boom, the plot thickens
laeta has a european badger companion named melis. he can speak and is assumed to be with her at all times.