in the shadows -- Mistrim

[Mistrim]

Mistrim couldn’t sleep.

With everything going on it seemed that the current events were bringing up feelings of old events and all that did was give her a headache. All of her memories were still a blur and the ones that weren’t still didn’t make any sense. Vivid emotions from the past would surface without any context and it made her confused. Her best course of decision was to do a walk around. If she tried to ignore her scattered memories then perhaps she could get some sleep.

There was other things going on too. Mainly the whole fiasco with gods and whatnot. It was without realization that Mistrim began to walk towards the docks. If not only to see where the first (of many, Mistrim assumed) battle had taken place. It scared her, not the thought of the gods themselves but the thought that she herself would flee from the battle. Again. It was hard to tell if this unsettling fear in her stomach was a memory or her current state but it was overwhelming. She wanted to help fight and be of use to her group...her current group. To be a person short in a battle could be detrimental and she didn’t want to do that to the other Elysites.

Her previous group...she had one before Elysium. She can’t remember the name right now but there were others...what happened to them? She gave a quiet growl of frustration, she was delving too deep into her memories and at this rate she wouldn’t sleep tonight.

She sat on the docks, looking out into the water and curling her tail around herself. Tucking her scarf closer to her is how Mistrim sat. Trying to get her mind off of her memories and onto anything else.