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Restless. A fractured state of mind. Distant to all. The scrawny vixen kept to herself. Simply tired and wary. Locked her words away. Hadn't vocally spoken since before she had fallen ill. Had been reluctant to even reach out telepathically since the arguing. Since before Aurum died.
Torren meant the best. Never pushed her. Still she struggled to comply with his gentle requests. Insomnia putting up the usual fight against sleep. A poor appetite refusing more than a few bites of food.
As though a reflection of her mind, the glitches kept her body exhausted. More than once displacing her a few feet away from where she had once been standing. Frustration sinking deep in her mismatched hues.
She was not entirely sure why she bothered, frail form contesting her effort. Setting up a few plant pots on the porch. Simple. Decorated and painted on the sides with stars and constellations. A home project she found Torren working on. Offered to help move them outside.
Filled them with soil. Made sure it had nutrients. But... Kiira stared into the filled pots. Gaze distant and unfocused. Torren said she could pick what to grow. But they already had a number of hanging house plants inside.
Growing had always been reserved for... Practical use. Medicinal use. The vixen had never grown something just for... The sake of it. Worse, they had plenty of room tucked behind the house for a proper garden too. Would he ask her to choose plants for that too? She wasn't so sure she could.
[/td][/tr][/table]Torren meant the best. Never pushed her. Still she struggled to comply with his gentle requests. Insomnia putting up the usual fight against sleep. A poor appetite refusing more than a few bites of food.
As though a reflection of her mind, the glitches kept her body exhausted. More than once displacing her a few feet away from where she had once been standing. Frustration sinking deep in her mismatched hues.
She was not entirely sure why she bothered, frail form contesting her effort. Setting up a few plant pots on the porch. Simple. Decorated and painted on the sides with stars and constellations. A home project she found Torren working on. Offered to help move them outside.
Filled them with soil. Made sure it had nutrients. But... Kiira stared into the filled pots. Gaze distant and unfocused. Torren said she could pick what to grow. But they already had a number of hanging house plants inside.
Growing had always been reserved for... Practical use. Medicinal use. The vixen had never grown something just for... The sake of it. Worse, they had plenty of room tucked behind the house for a proper garden too. Would he ask her to choose plants for that too? She wasn't so sure she could.
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