Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20150321160853/@comment-3293219-20150321230520

Arrietty grabbed a pair of boots, thin, leather ones, that were waiting by the guest bedroom door and immediately went out of the front door, slamming it shut behind her, failing to hide her frustration as she went. She took a seat on the floor, outside and hugged her knees, pressing her forehead into her thighs as she sighed heavily, blocking any visual distractions that could bother her...

She slowly breathed in and out as she slowly lost focus on the world around her, chosing to ignore it as she slipped back into the inner recesses of her mind. Trying to find whatever memory she could lose herself in, though she longed to be somewhere better, it was always too painful to relive the happier memories, knowing where they lead. For every night spent lay on a roof, with her handsome childhood friend there were many nights where she lay awake, fearful that her frail husband would die in his sleep. For every smile Toan gave her, there was a painfilled grimace or a dazed glare. The good always weaved into the bad, it always put her by his bed side, back in that shallow hole that she called a grave and that painful winter.

The Breton always remembered how useless she was back then, exactly as she is now. Whenever anyone has to rely on her, she always fails to step up. She always failed to die or be completely useless, making her even more of a failure and now an entire party full of people were relying on her, a group who needed everyone to be at their best and she didn't even have a weapon because she slept through an invasion, because she'd lost hours of sleep to wetting her bed, like a child.

Arrie broke her face away from her thighs and looked up at the sky, sighing heavily as she pulled her knees closer to her chest and resting her chin on top of them...

This was a mistake, she realised that now, the sooner she could break away and run back to High Rock, the better...

For her and everyone else...