[2ND] sting - let's call her "halcyon" and hope that she holds
[Where she managed to find vodka is a mystery, but Adiane's got a bottle of it that she's working her way through. She at least still has the dignity to use a glass, and she's taking it very slow in order to keep herself coherent, but for those familiar with her, quite a bit is different about her demeanor today.
Outwardly she still seems very composed, but she's wearing her dress a bit differently in what is obviously an attempt to cover up her chest and shoulders. She's sitting facing the wall of the house, keeping her back to the general area, specifically the direction of the lake. Her feet and ankles are bandaged, and she's done away with shoes until the mild burns have healed. Her tail is curled around her, winding beneath her legs and settling beside her hip. The last two segments swished back and forth slowly, idly. An unhideable, feral sign of her anxiety.
Adiane has very few coping mechanisms. When things go wrong she generally get angry, breaks a few things, maybe maims or kills someone if she feels it's appropriate. But she's already privately thrown her tantrum in her room, which she hasn't bothered to clean up yet. She doesn't have Sayrune, and all the humans here seem to have stupid tricks up their sleeves, so a rampage is out of the question.
So now that her normal means of coping are exhausted and she still doesn't feel any better, Adiane isn't sure what to do with herself. The only place here she could think to seek solace, the only body of water she could find, reminded her too much of the disgusting reason for her fury. So, without a subordinate to wail on, Adiane has resigned herself to drinking for the moment and hoping a plan comes along.]
Outwardly she still seems very composed, but she's wearing her dress a bit differently in what is obviously an attempt to cover up her chest and shoulders. She's sitting facing the wall of the house, keeping her back to the general area, specifically the direction of the lake. Her feet and ankles are bandaged, and she's done away with shoes until the mild burns have healed. Her tail is curled around her, winding beneath her legs and settling beside her hip. The last two segments swished back and forth slowly, idly. An unhideable, feral sign of her anxiety.
Adiane has very few coping mechanisms. When things go wrong she generally get angry, breaks a few things, maybe maims or kills someone if she feels it's appropriate. But she's already privately thrown her tantrum in her room, which she hasn't bothered to clean up yet. She doesn't have Sayrune, and all the humans here seem to have stupid tricks up their sleeves, so a rampage is out of the question.
So now that her normal means of coping are exhausted and she still doesn't feel any better, Adiane isn't sure what to do with herself. The only place here she could think to seek solace, the only body of water she could find, reminded her too much of the disgusting reason for her fury. So, without a subordinate to wail on, Adiane has resigned herself to drinking for the moment and hoping a plan comes along.]