Adrift

Dust clung to the surfaces within Siduri's modest tree house. She'd been gone for too long. The girl had walked in, taken a look around, and walked back out. She lay on the ground beneath the tree house, completely flat on her belly, chin on the earth between her paws. She didn't feel anything. Not happy or sad or anything in between. There was just... nothing. Sid thought that maybe she should sleep, but that wouldn't come either.

Ringed eyes of blue and gold stared straight ahead, wide but unseeing. If it weren't for the contrast of her bright white coat against the darkness of night, one might even walk right by her. Sid supposed she should tell someone about what was going on upstairs in her brain basket, but... why make someone else worry? Maybe Sakana would understand, but she didn't want to let everyone know that she was broken. Who would want to appear weak? Who would choose to be a victim? Damaged goods?

"Siduri"