Collapsing as it sees the pain // p, rin

[Roy Mustang]

How many days has it been now? 14 perhaps? 12? He wasn't sure what the exact number was, but it felt like he has been in mourning for at least two weeks. These days have been going by slowly for the Flame Alchemist, there are times during the day when he feels like the sun will never set. Today was certainly one of those days- the bobcat was padding through the Ascendants territory, padding along a trail and heading near the border. Roy decided that staying in his room all day was honestly a bad idea, and he knew Hughes wouldn't want him to be sulking around in there. So he believed taking a quiet, hopefully peaceful, walk can do his mind some good- maybe for a bit these harsh, horrible thoughts can leave his head. He knows that he won't be able to get rid of them for good right now, but at least he's putting an effort into it.

Eventually, Roy found himself padding through the Canopy. This was a good time to take a break, he has been padding around for awhile now. A sigh escaping his jaws, the bobcat padded up to one of the trees and sat himself down on the ground, back leaning against the bark.