Post by Shani on Apr 17, 2018 13:41:45 GMT
Feb 1, year 1
The smell that accompanied the medic tent had become somewhat comforting to Shani. At first, the sharp smell of the medicine and herbs had caused her senses to be overwhelmed, but now she was used to it, she slept in the medic tent, spent a good amount of time there, it almost felt like a home to her.
And this is where she was, curled up in the tiny nest of blankets, staring at the wall of the tent, lost in her own thoughts.
There was a reason she pushed away all the pain and sadness that accompanied the grief of her mama's death. She didn't know how to cope with them, so she distracted herself with tasks, with people. She tried not to be left alone with her thoughts, lest these feelings start clawing their way to the forefront.
Unfortunately, when you bottle your pain up for too long, eventually, that bottle is going to break.
And break it did.
She was sad, she missed her mother. She was also angry, furious at Simba for causing her death, she was glad he was dead, and that caused her to be angry at herself for feeling that way. Everything was so conflicting, why did things have to be so difficult?
Her ears twitched at the sound of the tent flap moving, but she gave no acknowledgment to whoever had entered the medic tent.
