(no subject)
River walked out of the Inn this morning, back to the same mindset she had been when she entered -- disconnected, disjointed, close to the lowest point of sanity she can hit.
She's doing much better as she walks back in, although, now, this is a bad day for her, when she's usually in some form of control of herself. But she's in a good mood, at least. She's made herself comfortable in a large, squishy armchair near the fire, staring into the flame as though it was telling her something important.
She's doing much better as she walks back in, although, now, this is a bad day for her, when she's usually in some form of control of herself. But she's in a good mood, at least. She's made herself comfortable in a large, squishy armchair near the fire, staring into the flame as though it was telling her something important.