(Keeping things a bit vague since the thread with Tesla and Sokol is still ongoing. I hope it’s okay if I made a few assumptions—lemme know if anything needs to be edited!)
She’d returned to the mountains emptypawed. Since meeting the pair of wolves in the wetlands, she was determined to search every fucking inch of that place to find the damn herb she’d been looking for so desperately. But, life was a bitch and boneset was nowhere to be seen, cue an exasperated sigh.
However, during her time away from the grotto and the mountains, she’d come across something preeeeeeery darn interesting.
Apparently the wetlands had plenty of them lying around and since seeing them, she couldn’t help but be reminded of the times she’d get high and wake up the next day feeling like a total piece of crap. It was worth it, though. The sensation was euphoric; the way it made your tongue grow all numb, the blur of color and sound that was the world around you..
But. There was another drawback aside from feeling like you were a victim of elephant trampling.
You looked and acted like an absolute idiot.
Did she care? Nope.
Would they laugh at her? Probably.
Was it wise? Definitely not.
But, wait wait wait. It was all hypothetical still. Bringing mushrooms back to the grotto wouldn’t have been a hard task like, at all, but the thing was. She didn’t want the kids eating those. I mean.. what if they got fucking high too? What if they fell off a cliff while being all high and shit?
A black tail battered the snow covered ground as some form of irritation, a quiet longing, nagged at the frayed edges of her mind, urging her to just.. let go. Agree to take a breather. Fucking live the way she used to. But. All she did was continue tearing at a hare she’d caught a few hours back. The animal was still pretty much whole, the bites taken out of it minimal. Since Freyr had decided to sleep with the fish, she had been experiencing trouble when it came to eating and while that did improve over time, it had yet to fully go away.
Put it simply? Food fucking disgusted her on many different levels.
Residual bile had left a bitter taste in her mouth and briefly, her tongue ran over her nose in silent protest for her to drag her sorry ass over to the pool or the river and cleanse her mouth of all that shit. But, she just couldn’t be bothered and as such, remained where she was; perched against Fray’s rock and overlooking everything.
The hare was clutched between her paws, but she’d given up on trying to get any more bites out of it.
It could wait.
Feb 08, 2018 04:33 PM
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