Noctisardor Bypass another world

TRIGGER WARNING: HOMICIDAL AND SUICIDAL THOUGHTS.

She didn’t feel much different after talking with @Etienne. He’d given her a few tips and tricks—the den had never smelled so pleasant, thanks to the lavender and lemon balm—but nothing that addressed the underlying issues. Druid wasn’t sure what those were, so she hardly blamed the healer.

It was a quiet morning. @Heda and all six pups slept. Druid might’ve called it peaceful, if her thoughts weren’t running rampant. Every single one took her in a different, horrible direction. Sometimes she fantasized about smothering her children in the lagoon. More often, she thought about hurting herself. She wondered if a jump from Ashtone Cliffs was high enough to kill her.

A voice cut through the stillness, jarring Druid out of her terrible thoughts. Her eyes shot to her sister, who remained asleep. Carefully, the other Den Mother stepped toward the den’s mouth. She was a little annoyed at Fiona’s presence there, though she was also relieved and glad for the distraction.

Can I help you? she asked a little crisply.