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It wasn't easy for Nill to just go back to living her life at the barracks. After staying at the beautiful castle Tempest had invited everyone to, and after getting new clothes, plenty of delicious food, and a warm bedroom to sleep in at night she wasn't all that sure why she wanted to go back. But Peter and Neal hadn't stayed behind, and they didn't want her to stay either, and out of loyalty to her adoptive fathers she trailed along back home with them. But her adjustment period wasn't going so well, and she spent most of her time moping around the library or taking walks alone out in the forest.
She was homesick, and missed both Bishop and Heine to the point where she felt as if she was going to cry at any given minute. As much as she adored and loved Peter and Neal, they weren't the same as her hero and the kind man that had given her a second chance at life. Being trapped here was difficult, especially without any real means of communication, and she had long since given up the pretense that she was going to get to go back home if she behaved.
She was well behaved, of course, because she didn't know to be anything but. And because she was so well behaved she remained close to home as often as possible, and today was no exception. She was inside the saloon at the moment, crouched down under a table in order to collect some broken pieces of beer bottles and glasses. She thought that maybe if she found some string, and had Neal's help, she could hang the pieces up in front of the window of the cabin. And when the light shone through, just maybe it would brighten her spirit a little.
She was homesick, and missed both Bishop and Heine to the point where she felt as if she was going to cry at any given minute. As much as she adored and loved Peter and Neal, they weren't the same as her hero and the kind man that had given her a second chance at life. Being trapped here was difficult, especially without any real means of communication, and she had long since given up the pretense that she was going to get to go back home if she behaved.
She was well behaved, of course, because she didn't know to be anything but. And because she was so well behaved she remained close to home as often as possible, and today was no exception. She was inside the saloon at the moment, crouched down under a table in order to collect some broken pieces of beer bottles and glasses. She thought that maybe if she found some string, and had Neal's help, she could hang the pieces up in front of the window of the cabin. And when the light shone through, just maybe it would brighten her spirit a little.