DEAR FRIEND as you know,  your flowers are withering
your mother's gone insane, your leaves have drifted away.
    but the clouds are clearing up
        and i've come reveling, burning incandescently,
                                              like a bastard on the burning sea.

YOU'RE JUST LIKE YOUR FATHER,
BURIED DEEP UNDER THE WATER.

The same could be said for both, in terms of how eventful their week was. Both not so ideal, either. Though the tigress' was much less...exciting, to say the least. Which would probably be good news to the soothsayer, given an exciting week for someone recovering from a severe concussion did not sound like the best way to heal. The exact events that unfolded, however, were less than ideal, and not the greatest signs. At least, not to the female, with her limited medical knowledge. She'd been laying low - completely inactive the day after her seizure, not necessarily because she wanted to be, but simply because she wished to not have any other problems arise, and resting seemed like the best way to avoid such a thing. Laying around still didn't really help how she felt, though. An anxiety was beginning to spread throughout the big cat. One that'd begun the moment she woke up, but was only made worse by recent occurrences, and beginning to become more apparent, when watching the female.

It'd been a few days now, and she had spent most of those days simply staring at nothing in particular. If others had tried to converse with her, she would reply, but the answers would be half-hearted. A shift had occurred within Goldie since her incident, and she wasn't quite so sure how to explain it. There wasn't much she could say about it, but that only made her feel worse, too. She couldn't even articulate what her problem was.

At the beginning of it all, when Roan had first gone missing, the former captain had tried to be useful - go out and gather herbs. That way, if the supplies were all stocked up, Roan could simply rest when he got home, have less to worry about. And that was something she thought was good, and she still stood by that. It'd been productive, and she'd liked the feeling of getting something done, being useful, helping others instead of requiring everyone's help herself. But it had only lasted a day, and Roan had been missing longer than those couple of days. Where her paws had took her, it was her own fault, even if she'd not been completely aware that such a thing would happen. And so, afterwards, she'd only lay in bed, move around to get water, food, and stretch, but remain within the temple, stay out of the way. It was today that she'd finally be seen once more.

She was still nervous about being up and moving, but it felt better than simply laying with her thoughts, staring at the walls. And she determined the walk would be extremely short. Go one way for no longer than ten minutes, and then take herself back to the temple, do nothing else for the rest of the day. That seemed fair, and the beach air felt nice her in lungs. The ringing of the gate's bell would catch her attention, and she would instinctively move towards it, before pausing, thinking that it may not be a good idea for her to go there. Anyone could be there, and if she was to approach alone that would be dangerous and potentially cause more trouble. However, the voice that followed would quickly change her mind, the female's ears perking and paws immediately taking her to the felines.

Her head is held low as she grows closer, pawsteps cautious, relief filling her gaze as she sees her cousin. "Roan," she'd call out before she fully arrived, shaking voice cracking. She seems to be tempted to say something else following it, but ultimately changes her mind, looking over the two. "You...let's get you two t' a bed." They needed rest. "We stocked up the herb supplies a couple days ago, so don' worry 'bout that. We can talk 'bout everythin' else later."

Do you walk in the meadow of spring?
Do you talk to the animals?