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Sleep was a fickle thing. Between both nightmares and night terrors... The petite deer-fox did not always receive much. Did what she could. Took what she could to help herself. Chamomile. Lavender. Some nights were better than others.
Some nights she slept soundly. Without fire, smoke or blood. Without the memory of that house. Everything around her crumbling to ash and dust. Without the memory of a jaguar's lifeless body on the ground. Some nights.
Even after the worst nights, Aine did what she could. Cup of tea. Got to work. Didn't want to stop. Wanted to do her best. To help. No good in waiting for the day she wouldn't be tired.
On nights she just... Couldn't, she left the house. Quietly. Hooves slowly but surely making for the door and steps. Reluctant to bother her father. Knew he cared but... Found the words difficult. Reluctant to speak of the memories that haunted her dreams aloud. Memories he shared. Memories he suffered through too.
Most of the time, she didn't run into anyone else. Ears flicking back in confusion. Wariness. Breathing out softly. Trotting forward. Hazel hues soft. Concerned. Kold and Dante. The former looking far more awake than her words suggested. The other intoxicated. But asking the right question.
Aine chewed the inside of her cheek. Didn't repeat. Simply sat down close by, taking shelter from the rain beneath the foliage. Willing to be an ear.
[/td][/tr][/table]Some nights she slept soundly. Without fire, smoke or blood. Without the memory of that house. Everything around her crumbling to ash and dust. Without the memory of a jaguar's lifeless body on the ground. Some nights.
Even after the worst nights, Aine did what she could. Cup of tea. Got to work. Didn't want to stop. Wanted to do her best. To help. No good in waiting for the day she wouldn't be tired.
On nights she just... Couldn't, she left the house. Quietly. Hooves slowly but surely making for the door and steps. Reluctant to bother her father. Knew he cared but... Found the words difficult. Reluctant to speak of the memories that haunted her dreams aloud. Memories he shared. Memories he suffered through too.
Most of the time, she didn't run into anyone else. Ears flicking back in confusion. Wariness. Breathing out softly. Trotting forward. Hazel hues soft. Concerned. Kold and Dante. The former looking far more awake than her words suggested. The other intoxicated. But asking the right question.
Aine chewed the inside of her cheek. Didn't repeat. Simply sat down close by, taking shelter from the rain beneath the foliage. Willing to be an ear.
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AINE CHARLOTTE NÍ BROIN - THE PITT - 10 MOONS - RED DEER-FOX
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