Infinity's Call

Maki looked frankly miserable, the life drained from her as she dragged her paws. It was just hard, you know? It didn't even feel like angst in her stories, cause at least then there was usually a happy ending, but as things were she couldn't see an end to the hurt that settled in her chest. A sense of loss that felt as real as an organ, had carved something out to make room for itself, but she didn't quite know what. It felt real as anything and even hiding away in fiction didn't take the edge off of it, but maybe some training might, she thought.

Seeing Viðarr waiting, having gathered some training weapons and the rather worrying looking practice dummies, she approached still looking as sullen as ever.

"M'sorry I'm late." It took all of her might not to sniffle like a pup.