Who: Windchaser and anyone who’s around
When: Tuesday Afternoon
Where: The kitchens of Wolf territory
What: Looking for company to dig herself out of the mood she’s been in for a few days
Windchaser knew she hadn’t been any fun for the last few days. After everything with Ryder, she tried to force herself to think of him as Ryder, as a different person, someone who would walk away from her. She ached inside and out, she just hadn’t wanted to see anyone, and had pretty much barricaded herself into the room she’d been given while she dealt with how she felt. She had come close, so close, to turning and running, but these people had been good to take her in, and they needed a medic. She knew she was better than that, and running only ever led to trouble. She didn’t dare go back to the pastures, so when she was simply out of energy to work, she slept.
She also felt guilty, she’d barely eaten and not even bothered to speak to Wren, sneaking out just before dawn to fulfil the minimum of her responsibilities to Cabello. She knew it was wrong of her, that she owed it to herself and to them to get out there. She’d made the decision to stay in Sundance, so now she had to build a life there, pretend she was OK, and let him choose to come to her…If he didn’t, so be it.
Windchaser was starving, she’d tried to keep herself busy making treatments that she knew could be stored and were used most often, but hadn’t really bothered to eat, simply worked and slept, trying to prove her worth, at least partly to herself, and when the time was right, to the Wolves.
Now was the time, standing in that kitchen, to connect with these people who had chosen her and who she had decided to stay with. It was time to accept that and start making this place feel like home.
She wanted to make sure she caught up with Wren soon, the younger woman had made a lot of effort with her the previous week, and she still owed the ghost story in return for her new hair, which she still loved. She ran her fingers through the purple streak and sighed as she grabbed a piece of fruit and plonked onto a stool, beginning to think over her story and making a note to herself that she ought to find a way to catch up with Peri soon too.
She had promises to keep, and she wanted to be known here, as she always had everywhere else, as a person who could be relied on to keep her promises, pull her weight and be there when people needed her.