Jan 24, 2011 09:11
[The Mist had gone, just as quickly as it had come, and so had the nightmares and the hallucinations. It had taken some time for Aisling to recover from it, and while she had answered to people's videos on the comm occasionally she mostly spent time by herself. It had been quite the ordeal for her, like it had been for everyone. So over the past few days she had either stayed in her room or wandered around the academy in the form of a wolf, which was her way of saying that she wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone.
She did wish she could talk to Amalthea; she would understand. But she had left, almost without warning.
However, today she's feeling a bit better. So she sits in the common room in Joe West, leaning against one of her wolves who's curled itself around her, asleep. She absent-mindedly runs her fingers through her hair. Now that the Mist has receded, what has happened to her forest? To Brendan and Pangur Ban? Were they safe? If only she knew.]
p: aisling,
r: jane calvin