February 15, 2020, 02:45 PM
@Artyom
Daylily wasn’t feeling particularly great today. She’d been a little inactive within Whitebark Stream for a while, having fallen into a bit of depression. She couldn’t tell anymore whether her depression was causing her inaction, or the other way around, but it had become a cycle. The less she interacted with others, the worse she felt, and the less she did anything, the less she wanted to interact with others.
There had been a time, in Oakstead, in which she had spent days not really speaking to others, being so wrapped up in her own world, learning about herbs and going on walks in the forest and watching the birds in the trees, and the hares nibbling on the grass. She had reveled in the silence and in being alone. But now, having joined forces with Dawn and with the other members of the pack, this sort of thing made her feel… guilty. As if alone time were against the rules.
She meandered along, feeling sorry for herself, when she ran into Artyom along the path. “Oh,” she said quietly. “Hello, Artyom. How are you today?” But the words came out dully, and her eyes lacked their usual gleam.
Daylily wasn’t feeling particularly great today. She’d been a little inactive within Whitebark Stream for a while, having fallen into a bit of depression. She couldn’t tell anymore whether her depression was causing her inaction, or the other way around, but it had become a cycle. The less she interacted with others, the worse she felt, and the less she did anything, the less she wanted to interact with others.
There had been a time, in Oakstead, in which she had spent days not really speaking to others, being so wrapped up in her own world, learning about herbs and going on walks in the forest and watching the birds in the trees, and the hares nibbling on the grass. She had reveled in the silence and in being alone. But now, having joined forces with Dawn and with the other members of the pack, this sort of thing made her feel… guilty. As if alone time were against the rules.
She meandered along, feeling sorry for herself, when she ran into Artyom along the path. “Oh,” she said quietly. “Hello, Artyom. How are you today?” But the words came out dully, and her eyes lacked their usual gleam.
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We were not born for life in the tunnels. - by Artyom - February 10, 2020, 04:44 PM
RE: We were not born for life in the tunnels. - by Daylily - February 15, 2020, 02:45 PM
RE: We were not born for life in the tunnels. - by Artyom - February 18, 2020, 02:50 PM