Mind playing games.
Healing Seasonal. Atreyu (Bird). Group.
| Just like a white winged dove The God's Garden wasn't far at all from Wraiths Woods, so it wasn't hard for the woman to travel, to try and get her mind clear of the thoughts that seemed to never end swarm within her dream box. Swarthy tipped twin peaks shift upon the individual's scalp. The sweetheart missed those she had grown close with over the past seasons, feeling as if she hadn't seen them enough lately caused her mind to wander and race. Maybe they had forgotten about her. Which only caused the woman's anxiety to grow even more. Her pewter bodice with flecks of obsidian marbled all across her front and back pillars. She was growing tired, tired of everything and it was starting to drag the woman down into the pits that seemed to be never ending. Flower pools of very soft cerise pigment shifted out over the stretch of land, that was a complete open area. With old stones that resembled the form of a garden that held promise of herbs and floral needs. Mae wasn't all here for that - she did want some findings to why her mind was always racing and unquiet lately. She needed to get to the bottom of it all. Maybe, with the help of a friend she would be able to find the root to it all. Wanting to be free from it all. She shook her cranium, as lowering her bodice upon the ground with a thud, but her head still held high. Not allowing others to see that she may be depressed or upset or hell, anything for that matter. It was a form of weakness within her eyes. Needing space and some time, being here within The God's Garden always helped with that. It was like a breath of fresh air to be honest. Something the woman may just need. Especially after the freeze of winter that Auster had, it was still freezing at night but the sight of spring was right before them all. Word Counter: 331 out of 1500 Walk, "Talk", Think |