❝ ARMS BY MY SIDE, HEART ON MY SLEEVE ❞
Leifsdottir was agitated. But that seemed to be the case most days anyway, especially so recently. The nightmares were back and worse than ever. Their vice-leader's attempted suicide had unearthed some memories she would have been content with keeping buried, and now it felt like all the progress she had made in trusting the clan had been for naught. She was supposed to look to her superiors for guidance. How could she trust their wisdom if they would try and attempt so foolish as to throw their lives away? Now, she was back to square one. She the miniscule amount of trust she had built in Algernon and Aurelio had disappated like the morning dew, and she had again resumed her habit of casting second glances over her shoulder wherever she went. Over the past two days, Leif had gotten at most five hours collectively. She'd stay up well after sunset, tossing and turning in her bed of moss until the dawn birdsong serenaded her to sleep. But sleep wasn't kind, and would frequently evade her after about an hour or two, leaving her clammy and cold and panicking. Each time she closed her eyes, she could see the bloody scene from her past projected against her eyelids. It was as if it was permanently tattooed against them.
Tonight was no different.
She woke up with a soft yelp, her chest heaving. Sweat clumped her fur together, and her claws had bits of moss skewered around them from sheathing and unsheathing the edges of her bed. The 2 year old tabby shook her head as if to dislodge the bad memories from it. 'It was just a dream. Relax.' She soothed to herself inwardly. Perhaps a walk would make herself feel better.
The paladin trainee stifled a groan as she rose onto all fours and padded out of her hut. By the look of the gradiated sky, it was almost sunrise and the clan would begin to stir soon enough. Well, she might as well stay up in that case.
❝ THE CHANDELIER FALLS AS I STAND UNDERNEATH ❞