humble abode // picking a home

[Simon F.M.]

To give me some diagnosis of why I'm so hollow

Please give me instructions, I promise I'll follow

Home was an odd concept for the snowy feline, almost having become a sorespot. Her home was gone, burning up in flames once upon a time while she wept far away in distant lands.

Since then, nowhere had felt like home. The Elysium housed the few of her belongings that hadn't been destroyed and the remaining members of her old life. But, she could never call the mountains home, they felt more like a blade in her heart than a place of comfort. The ghost of the past, a reminder of what she had lost.

The typhoon, with its lack of ties to the past and new faces, she had to admit she found comforting. But, this wasn't her home, at least not yet. She was a guest, staying in Roxanne's spare room until she returned to the Elysium. If she returned to the Elysium. She certainly didn't call Roxanne's spare room home, rarely spending the night there. She much preferred to find an open place under the stars and moon to slumber, lulled to sleep by the waves. 

She had considered claiming a hut as her own but, it felt inappropriate. This wasn't her home, she was supposed to be a visitor. She wasn't supposed to be here even. But, she had found herself growing attached to the members of the community. She still didn't feel at home, hadn't been welcomed as such for sure.

Seeing Gamelia fixing up herself a hope stirred up a mixture of emotions within the snowy feline. She was glad the candy dragon was settling in, that was for sure, but she couldn't help the spike of jealousy that she had settled down so easily. It wasn't her fault though, and she wouldn't hold it against the sugary reptile. Diya's flaws and issues were her own and she had only herself to blame.

She offers Gamelia a wide smile, waving a paw in greeting. "It seems your home is coming along nicely!"

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