Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27025277-20160811184605/@comment-25073873-20160813050925

Lyrissa as usual just stayed very quiet, making herself hard to notice, as she observed from the sideline. People around her were happy people, people with proper lives, friends, loved ones and maybe even a goal. As for her? She was not a human, and so she would never understand how could people be contented with such simplicity. To Lyrissa, all the events happening simply looked like ... ephemeral moments of illusory happiness, or a splendid banquet that ended in a span of five minutes after it began. Her life was so long it had stopped mattering to her, as did working towards anything.

Lyrissa's own experiences was like that anyway. A fleeting moment of illusory happiness, because all things impermanent would draw to an inevitable end. Lyrissa cursed herself, for she was unable to join the one she loved so much, and whenever she went home, she inevitably gazed upon those who actuated the death of the one she worked so hard to protect. Lyrissa felt weak ... she knew rationally she couldn't blame her siblings who had to perform their duty, but simultaneously she blamed them with all her heart.

Perhaps she didn't notice, but Lyrissa's normally expressionless face had changed slightly. Her sadness was showing, not that her melancholic state was uncommon or such. Still, perhaps it was a glimpse beyond her emotionless exterior, a gateway to the hurt inside, as she simply shed a trio of glittering tears. Lyrissa had lost the ability to love or sympathize. She had hated mortals her whole life ever since that day. Yet, she still cried over a single, mediocre mortal man. Paradoxical indeed.