In Times of Healing (for w_zimmerman)
Sigyn paced, her eyes on the floor as she moved. Holding a book in one hand she hesitated, lifting the book up so she could read a few lines before once more lowering the book and resuming her pacing. Murmuring a few words to herself she closes her eyes and once more stops her pacing. Sighing loudly she flops down into one of the chairs.
The silence around her and the fact she was isolated and knew next to nothing about Midgard had been driving her insane. If there were such a thing as cabin fever as she had hear? She knew she was coming down with it. While her ankle had healed rather well from her incident with the snare and her meeting with Will, she hadn't had the chance to properly leave the area. There were moments she had stepped outside to enjoy fresh air but that had been in.
Leaning her head back, Sigyn stared at the ceiling, book hanging limply from one hand.
The silence around her and the fact she was isolated and knew next to nothing about Midgard had been driving her insane. If there were such a thing as cabin fever as she had hear? She knew she was coming down with it. While her ankle had healed rather well from her incident with the snare and her meeting with Will, she hadn't had the chance to properly leave the area. There were moments she had stepped outside to enjoy fresh air but that had been in.
Leaning her head back, Sigyn stared at the ceiling, book hanging limply from one hand.