|Rahne Sinclair (wolven) wrote in age_of_miracles,|
@ 2008-09-25 21:34:00
|Entry tags:||wind dancer, wolfsbane|
Narrative/Open Thread: Wolfsbane and Anyone?
Who: Rahne and anyone
When: September 25th, early evening
Where: School Grounds
Why: Rahne's feeling a little bit claustrophobic
For once, she didn't care that she had homework to do, or that her room was untidier than usual.
Ever since Kasey had posted about her flight home, Rahne had been getting more and more nervous. Despite everything people had told her, despite their reassurances and promises that they'd look after her, despite Paige taking her to the church service and providing her with a sense of rightness and belonging that she hadn't felt in so long, she was convinced that she'd get the school into trouble. Never mind the fact that there were other unregistered mutants living there, or that there were other non-american mutants staying on despite the government's orders. She would be the one that would cause everything to fall down round them. If something could go wrong, it would go wrong, and as she well knew, it would be all her fault. She hardly needed to hear her father constantly telling her this in her head to know it was true. The only time he'd been quiet in the past few weeks was when she'd been to church, but there was no way she could go live in the church.
She could spend as much time outside being a wolf as possible, however. So she slipped away after dinner, sneaked outside and made her way down to the boathouse. Then, she stripped out of her clothes once she was sure nobody had followed her, put them neatly on a shelf that was out of the way, and changed.
With her fur on, she quickly made her way to her favourite spot in the forest. A smallish tree had fallen over a few years ago, and the root system was now exposed. The resulting dip in the earth was sheltered from the elements, thanks to the tree, and it had a lovely view down to the lake. She circled round the dip a number of times, before curling up and resting her muzzle on her paws. Perhaps, if she was very still and very quiet, her father's voice would go away and she'd know what to do.