Jade Fern Grove No, I’m not a go-getter

“Thank the spirits. Was worried I almost avowed my darkest secrets to an unlicensed professional. Now that would have been embarrassing.”

A little tongue-in-cheek smirk given. He’s a good sport. She’s grateful he plays along. She has no one else to turn to. Reverie is busy with motherhood, and she’s sure as hell not going to lament to Móðir or Faðir. At this point he’s as good a therapist as any. Better, even, because as far as she’s aware he’s an unbiased opinion. She settles into the ferns, eyes finding their focus on a distance dance of leaves.

“Well you see… hypothetically speaking, there’s this girl. Who’s been alone- for a very long time. And I think maybe she forgot how to be around others. Now she’s got responsibility and duties and a pack who relies on her. And… well there was another girl even, before this girl, who was very beloved by all of the pack, whose footsteps the new girl is meant to follow. She was special, one of those healer-types, you know the kind,” She fixes her therapist with a terse nod before glancing away again, her voice growing almost wistful now.

“She was clever and gentle and… beautiful in her own way. She knew how to take away pain. And well, this new girl isn’t anything like that. And she worries that she never will be.”

“...hypothetically.” she finishes awkwardly, not daring to look at her therapist.