She didn't have much of a purpose at this point. She roamed around, got drugs, got drugged, then roamed around some more. Her creamy coat was tinged with dirt, though she wasn't exactly filthy. Her paws were darkened from digging up her beloved herbs and her claws were blunt and rounded from the wear and tear. She would wake up at night after seeing Natalya's death in her dreams. She would be shaking and at this point she wasn't sure if it was from nightmares or withdraw. Luckily for her, the herbs cured both. She needed the herbs, she always had them on her or was on her way to get more. She had learned how much to take to simply numb her pain, and she had learned how much to take to make her leave this world. She wasn't sure, but she thought she had tried at least twice to eat them until she died, but she always woke up after the same nightmares, even if she didn't remember where she was or why she was there.
The birds were singing and Hani hummed along. Her eyes were lightly closed and she swayed with their music in something of a dreamy state. She wasn't high enough to hallucinate, but she had taken enough to feel really good. Her head tilted downwards and her wight shifted back and forth, trying to feel the music. Thunder cracked in the distance, but loud enough to feel. It vibrated in Hani's chest and she growled with a toothy smile forming on her face. The thunder grew closer and the birds grew quieter. Rain drops fell with their tapping beat to the ground. The coolness reached Hani and she lifted her face towards the sky, her teeth bared in a snickering laugh. Through her closed eyelids, Hani could see the flashes of color from the lightning. The crashing thunder shook her body and, after a moment, the song was emphasized by frogs. The film on Hani's coat began to get rinsed off. How long had she been standing here? She didn't know. She didn't care. Her body was numb. She was in the storm. She was a part of the storm's song, smiling and laughing along. How many plants had she eaten again?
