WISHING WELL — LANTERN WISHES

[deimos]

DELDRACH

FEMALE — LIONESS — LONER

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Her mind danced towards the thought of Haven Island. Slowly, her brush tapped against the canvas, then drew smooth letters. She fought to keep her poise- at least grim poise- and not let her emotions show and stray. She couldn't afford that, not now, not so soon after Haven Island. A grave, for Jumbalie. The writing was a little messy, but it was readable. She then thought to what happened earlier in the hallucination. She then grimaced, eyes narrowing and she wrote. A pyre for Primus. It was clear the different between a grave, for Jumbalie, and the pyre for Primus, was the anger.

She skipped over to another side, not revealing the last two. She didn't mind people knowing about Jumbalie, and that she had passed. But.. the one she had wrote, the dark side of her mind was fit into it. She wrote two more, this one more carefully. The Jaglion flicked an ear. Family. Maybe she was being sentimental. Maybe she was just missing Jumbalie and hating Primus after he changed. Light. It wasn't really quite sure what Deldrach meant by this one. She sat back, waiting for the next part.

#psychosocial.