(This is intended to be a solo thing. People can join, but I may only post once every week or so. That standing, I assume no one wants their character tied up that long.)
Yín hadn't yet decided if it was good that she had returned to Syne. Had she returned to escape something that she caused like the first time, or was this a genuine realization of mistakes? It was easy to lean towards both, but woman came to suspect another, more likely, possibility. The people she had met at the academy made her feel safe and connected to something important. Much like her home once had. She was beginning to fear, however, what might happen when she came face-to-face with them once again. Perhaps worse, it was possible they were all gone, and her solitude would simply resume in a new place. If that was case, it was possible that fear of a lonely death, and lack of purpose would cause her to recommence a dark pursuit. Thoughts of such a mindset made her sick to the stomach, and gave a strange comfort she couldn't give herself too. There needed to be something else in this life. Anything but the dismal crawl she attempted now.
The view in any direction was enough to take the edge of; truly something to behold. This cold sweat attested to the voluntary mental stress. It wasn't necessary to subject oneself to such states of mind, but somehow she couldn't resist the temptation. There must be something wrong in this mind. She sat in the cool grass, plucking it up as the point of her ire. If complacency and radical change of the world isn't the answer, was the only thing to do sit and wait wrinkle? What had she forgotten when her family broke? For one, a discipline in control. Negativity surrounded her. The sorrow and all it brings.
Yín hadn't yet decided if it was good that she had returned to Syne. Had she returned to escape something that she caused like the first time, or was this a genuine realization of mistakes? It was easy to lean towards both, but woman came to suspect another, more likely, possibility. The people she had met at the academy made her feel safe and connected to something important. Much like her home once had. She was beginning to fear, however, what might happen when she came face-to-face with them once again. Perhaps worse, it was possible they were all gone, and her solitude would simply resume in a new place. If that was case, it was possible that fear of a lonely death, and lack of purpose would cause her to recommence a dark pursuit. Thoughts of such a mindset made her sick to the stomach, and gave a strange comfort she couldn't give herself too. There needed to be something else in this life. Anything but the dismal crawl she attempted now.
The view in any direction was enough to take the edge of; truly something to behold. This cold sweat attested to the voluntary mental stress. It wasn't necessary to subject oneself to such states of mind, but somehow she couldn't resist the temptation. There must be something wrong in this mind. She sat in the cool grass, plucking it up as the point of her ire. If complacency and radical change of the world isn't the answer, was the only thing to do sit and wait wrinkle? What had she forgotten when her family broke? For one, a discipline in control. Negativity surrounded her. The sorrow and all it brings.