By now, the others would have noticed Candle's more neurotic tendencies. It was difficult to miss. Occasionally she would seemingly get stuck — always on some repetitive motion or pointless action, like rearranging the positions of the stems on a plant. Though she never seemed to be enjoying herself, Candle would fixate on these things for long periods of time, only stopping if she was interrupted.
Just now she was chasing her tail. Candle was anxious; agitated. Every so often she would snap at it as if she might truly hurt herself. But she hadn't yet.
Just now she was chasing her tail. Candle was anxious; agitated. Every so often she would snap at it as if she might truly hurt herself. But she hadn't yet.
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