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She was tired.
After all the events that had unfolded, her attempted suicide, the death of Espresso, etc. all she wanted to do was curl up and sleep over. Fawn's delicate body ached all over from where she had jumped and been buffeted by the ocean's powerful waters. The cream cameo didn't want their solace, for reassurance wouldn't patch up her life. It wouldn't bring back Espresso, it wouldn't make their mother love Doekit, it did nothing.
Fate had decided to let her live, and the child was almost grateful. It had been a hasty and rash decision, despite the miserable hollowness of life. Distant from the rest, the girl had decided to take a walk by their borders, well, more like a limp. No one bothered her, birdsong filling Fawnkit's ears and lightening her spirit. Such sweet solitude, sadly soon it would eventually have to end. The lightling enjoyed the moment, free.