Borderline

Asheila had been feeling a lot better from her recovery at least physically. She was quick to hold in the darker feelings and memories surrounding everything that had happened but all she wanted was to put it into her past. It wasn't so easy but she tried her best to put a smile on her face every morning and start this new and familiar life back in The Hallows.

She had spent a considerable amount of time in the infirmary where usually Gwyn had tended to her wounds, but she was starting get up and out of bed to walk the halls and courtyard of the castle over the last week or so. And as time went on, she kept finding herself drawn to the walls that led outside of the castle. It wasn't for any healthy reason, she kept making her way over just to look outside at the plains surrounding the castle and really she was trying to push herself. She was absolutely terrified of going outside the walls, not just the packlands. She wasn't fully recovered physically either but still she felt like she had to get over this fear maybe before she was completely healed. She liked to believe she was strong, or wanted the rest of her family to see her thriving or something along those lines. And while she didn't think they'd be so judgmental or pushing her to move on, she couldn't get it out of her head. It was more her own self image than what they thought of her.

She sat at the edge of the courtyards today, watching as some wolves traveled in and out of the castle about their usual day, and after so long she turned to head back up the stairs to make her stroll around the halls. She couldn't find that courage to head outside today. So she'd work on the strength and stamina that she could inside.

"Asheila Carpathius"