Here's to the memories that make me fucking sick...

Since the raid, Haydée has slept… very little at best. She had pushed her body to the limits, staying up for over twenty-four hours to try and mitigate damage and assess everything that needed to be done after. The talk with Bae-Syl had kept her awake and the visit from Artorias had been welcome but that meant little time for her brain to spool down and find slumber. In fact, when she did finally pass out, it wasn’t on her nice, comfortable bed of furs but slumped over her desk on top of a pile of papers. Oh well, at least she washed the mud and grit from her coat before collapsing.

A sound suddenly tugs at her mind pulling her brain back into the waking realm with such frustrating ease. Blinking heavily, Haydée casts her exhausted gaze about for the source of the noise that had awaken her and finds that the candles mark the passing of only a couple hours. Grumbling softly, she lowers her head back to the desk and hears the furs to her mother’s door shift and the older woman’s paw steps retreat down the tunnel. The young woman is instantly wide awake, scrubbing the sleep from her eyes and smoothing down the fur that is sticking out on her cheek.

Taking a deep breath, she shifts aside the fur barrier to her own den and quickly pads after her mother, knowing that they have much to discuss. The afternoon light causes her to wince as she emerges from the tunnels as the begins of a migraine begin to poke the area behind her right eye. Since the statue Gods had visited in her first year of life, Hay has been prone to the horrible things and even the heavily obscured light is enough to cause her pain.

Still, she does not let it deter her from the task at paw, knowing she only has fault to blame for the pain, and she quietly moves to mother’s side by the pool. Without a sound, she folds her haunches, coming to sit lightly on the ground as she looks out over the still surface. There are no words spoken, not yet anyway, as she simply sits there and silently offers her mother support. When Bellamy feels like it, she will talk and Haydée will be there to listen.


"Haydée Kedieo"