22.Apr.12, 11:53 AM
Lymsleia slumped against the hall's door. The scent of the herbs the feeling of people around her. It was near intoxicating, near arousing. She'd missed them. She'd missed the people. Struggling to stand upright under the heady intoxication of being once again in a place where there were other sentient life forms she smiled.
People. people she could talk to. She inhaled. She'd steeled herself for the eventual lecture by the leaders of the Weyr. She'd steeled herself for the eventual discussion amoung the other healers and people she knew over her dissapearance. But now she had one task, help other people. It was time to stop feeling sorry for herself and what hadn't happened. She reached down and grabbed her bag. The weight of it felt good in her hand. Farlint, Jada, those two were at the top of her list. Where they even still here? She wasn't even sure. She'd kept herself busy, chores anything else to avoid ending up back here at her actual job. She couldn't exactly face them? But now she had to.
Lymselia was home. This was what her life had lead her too. She was home, at Katila again. She'd held herself up in her hut to clear her head and feel somewhat whole. She flexed her hands, time to go to work.
People. people she could talk to. She inhaled. She'd steeled herself for the eventual lecture by the leaders of the Weyr. She'd steeled herself for the eventual discussion amoung the other healers and people she knew over her dissapearance. But now she had one task, help other people. It was time to stop feeling sorry for herself and what hadn't happened. She reached down and grabbed her bag. The weight of it felt good in her hand. Farlint, Jada, those two were at the top of her list. Where they even still here? She wasn't even sure. She'd kept herself busy, chores anything else to avoid ending up back here at her actual job. She couldn't exactly face them? But now she had to.
Lymselia was home. This was what her life had lead her too. She was home, at Katila again. She'd held herself up in her hut to clear her head and feel somewhat whole. She flexed her hands, time to go to work.