Neverwinter Forest With wild horses running through your hollow bones

@Marcus <3 just for a lil context she is not in the best of moods at the moment, but that is subject to change!

Empty. Wren felt empty.

Cold was the night as it encased her in frigidity. The trees offered nothing, save for the glowing eyes of little birds not unlike herself, watching her as if she were a freak show for their eyes only, heckling her from the stands. The stars did not even dare to show themselves this evening. Ashamed was she.

She'd found shelter beneath the coverage of an old evergreen, leaning the crest of her forehead up against the trunk. Her acquaintances had now granted her the luxury - or perhaps it was more misery - of solitude, for the time being. Lacking in meaningful relations and left only with the sharp question of what had driven her here in the first place, Wren began to wonder if all of this was a mistake. Moving to Teekon had been a bad idea. Perhaps the mistake was having left her birthplace at all, having forced the poison of her birthright upon the rest of the world, suffocating those who dared to cross her path. Perhaps the mistake was that she had gotten up this morning.

Her head began to pound, a dull, but pulsing ache at the back of her skull where occipital meets atlas. Lack of water, lack of sleep, lack of food; she didn't know the source, and now was not the time for her to care. She could not care about anything, in this moment, allowing the anhedonia to eat away at her, wash her in its salted waters, bitter and burning.

Unless the universe would provide her with a reason not to, here she would remain.