FALL INTO THE HANDS OF SORROW -- Open

[SirDio]

[align=center][div style="width: 45%; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: times new roman;"]♡ — It seemed all that energy that had risen with her anger toward the stars vanished - she sat slumped, breathing heavily. But her eyes spoke so much more than tiredness. There was anger, rage, fury, so many negative emotions churned into one. With Rhine's words, she slowly turned to look, eyes burning bright. She lept down from where she stood, landing near Rhine. The fur on her back had puffed out to the point it looked as though she had a mohawk. She forced a smile - he seemed to be doing okay. "Yeah, you're right. No sense in injuring myself right now. Herbs seem to have gotten cold-shock and refuse to grow." She didn't mark the point about her thalassophobia, though it certainly had a say in where she'd go for herbs or medical needs.

[color=#0C7805]"Really gotta get mad sometimes, though. This persecution hits me too hard to not yell or even scream. Their silence does no one any good."

[color=#0C7805]"Speech"