Bearclaw Valley drowning

The priest had been very withdrawn. She tended minimally to @Karst and @Astyanax. She would answer queries about half the time, and she would speak nonsense a lot of the time. Her meeting with Chipper had pulled her back to earth a little bit, but overall, the woman was slowly losing her mortal mind and drew more and more into the darkness of Sithis and the spirits that swirled around in this valley. At times she thought of Powergirl @Kiwi , in her more grounded moments, which was like a tether that kept the woman attached to this earth.

She tended to the altar for Sithis, but little else happened in her life. She longed for a change, for something real. Thief @Astara was busy with leading her pack and being jealous of anyone who dared come close to Bear @Merrick most the time, for which the ghost did not blame her counterpart. They had always been like this; intertwined when needed to be, bound by blood, but most of the time they were separate wolves with their own lives and mannerisms. It made sense to the priest.

Day and night only touched at dawn and dusk, after all.

Her longing for the realness of the mortal world lead her to frustration. Who was she, if not an extension of Sithis? What did this world have to offer? Why even was she still in it? Guiding others, perhaps, but to what end? Should she perhaps sow more chaos and pain to please Sithis? This had her desiring to claw her eyes out, drove her madder by the day, and yet she found no answers no matter how diligently she tended to the altar and how much she studied.

What was the point?

Would she ever know?

She did not even know where in the territory she was at that moment. Lost in her thoughts, lost in Sithis' whispers, and lost to the world around her.

Drowning in the world of the spirits.