to carry a blessing | house-hunting

[GEORGIA.]

[align=center]

*･ﾟ✧ / BETA / 08 MONTHS

The Somali was enduring a particularly brutal time that day; her curse had settle like an awful itch into her bones, radiating the concept of lonely, lonely, lonely. It was the day after her sparring session with Seapaw, which...had honestly been one of the most uplifting experiences of her recent life. The rush, the adrenaline, the water...both were completely soaked by the end of it. It was so distracting that Gia completely forgot the lead weight of dread that sat heavy on her spine, knowing that heartwarming scenarios were closely followed by bitter cold and chilling withdrawal. It was like being dunked in icy water; a repetition of alone, abandoned, unwanted. Always pushing her to move, move, move.

When she happened across the small cluster of her clanmates, she was grumpy. Every glance her way felt like one of disgust, even though she knew her glasses were tinted with the color of the curse. That didn’t make it easier. Her eyes roamed the scene, finding their way into the canopy to observe the tree house, Paola, and everyone else. She squinted, noting that there seemed to be more than one tree house among the leaves.

”Kinda weird how there are four. Why would you pick a place with three empty houses?” She grumbled, her mind already jumping tracks to different thoughts. Georgia herself had been house-hunting recently...and was tempted to claim another cabin for herself.

© LEXASPERATED/APRICOT