Wicked right hook
Halo
04-18-2022, 10:40 PM
In all, the tenderhearted healer wasn't really sure what she'd expected when she'd thrown herself into the raid. If anyone had asked, she likely would have explained that it was important for her to know exactly what the fighters went through. Learn by doing, and all. It would make her a better healer in the scheme of things, and she'd better be able to support the pups when they were learning new skills too. The real reason? Maybe Halo felt as though she had something to prove. Maybe she needed to really, really prove to the rest of the Armada that she belonged here too. Needed to prove to herself that she belonged here too. It was that last part that Halo was really and truly stuck on.
Coming away with a victory to add to her record books should have felt good... yet here she was. Here she was. Guilt seemed to crash over Halo in waves, coming and going. When she thought of it, especially. Yearlings... she'd had to fight yearlings. The tenderhearted girl still felt terribly about coming away from it having hurt them. Wounded them... with her own hands. She was supposed to do no harm, and here she was... harming them. It made her stomach churn and her sides ache. Overall, just... maybe the worst feeling.
It was those thoughts that clouded her head as she continued readying herself for winter. Herbs needed to be dried, seeds needed to be labeled and stored. For now, she was sitting at the small table in her den, anxiously separating seeds from the waste parts of the plants. Carefully extracting each and setting them aside in tidy little piles, Mr. Raccoon keeping the piles from getting mixed up. The fire in her fireplace crackled merrily, casting a soft glow and long shadows to the reaches of her small den. From his perch on the stool next to her, the pale raccoon leapt down to open the door. "Sirius, come in," Halo called softly. She scoped each pile into a separate pottery saucer, not wanting them to get mixed up or roll of an edge, before joining the raccoon at the door. "What can I do for you?"
"Halo"
Coming away with a victory to add to her record books should have felt good... yet here she was. Here she was. Guilt seemed to crash over Halo in waves, coming and going. When she thought of it, especially. Yearlings... she'd had to fight yearlings. The tenderhearted girl still felt terribly about coming away from it having hurt them. Wounded them... with her own hands. She was supposed to do no harm, and here she was... harming them. It made her stomach churn and her sides ache. Overall, just... maybe the worst feeling.
It was those thoughts that clouded her head as she continued readying herself for winter. Herbs needed to be dried, seeds needed to be labeled and stored. For now, she was sitting at the small table in her den, anxiously separating seeds from the waste parts of the plants. Carefully extracting each and setting them aside in tidy little piles, Mr. Raccoon keeping the piles from getting mixed up. The fire in her fireplace crackled merrily, casting a soft glow and long shadows to the reaches of her small den. From his perch on the stool next to her, the pale raccoon leapt down to open the door. "Sirius, come in," Halo called softly. She scoped each pile into a separate pottery saucer, not wanting them to get mixed up or roll of an edge, before joining the raccoon at the door. "What can I do for you?"