You're breaking the girl Who: Jaladhi and Bea When: late afternoon Where: Jaladhi's home
The destruction that Jaladhi had left in her wake was something that Bea had tried to become accustomed to, despite how violent and sudden it could be sometimes. When her sire was bored, or in a bad mood -- or sometimes even when she was in a good mood -- she took to destroying things. Nothing was safe from her, either. Even Peena was ripped apart and spread around on the carpet. The only thing Bea could do was wait it out and hope that at the end of it, she was still left standing, learning very early on it was best to just get out of the way. Jaladhi was not to reckoned with when she got into one of her moods, that much was certain. This time, the destruction was so bad, it'd taken Bea an entire night just to get the debris of broken glass and pieces of wall cleared out. The rest of the clean-up she had done well into the dawn, but she hadn't been able to stay up for very long before she began to feel the drain of fatigue. Jaladhi had warned her not to stay up past dawn unless she intended to drink fae blood, but really, the chance that Bea might actually remember to do that was very slim. As soon as she had slept for as long as she could, she was up again, tirelessly working to restore the house to a semblance of order. There was a little voice inside her head that questioned whether or not this was right that she was the one to clean, but Bea didn't give it much fuel to become anything more than an errant imagining. That and the fact that it quickly got lost in the tangle of voices that was her head at all times. The pain of thought continued to plague her, but sometimes the voices soothed her enough so that she didn't quite notice it as much.
When she had felt like she had finished most of everything else, Bea had hesitated over the last task: Peena. Would Jaladhi be angry if she tried to mend her familiar? Bea didn't know. She had even rifled around through the house until she found a sewing kit, but she stood there, her hands hovering over the ripped fabric. Did she dare? The best case scenario was that she would sew Peena up and Jaladhi would be happy to have her intact again, and the worst... What if Bea messed the doll up? Would it ruin her? Bea did not want to do anything that would leave her sire bereft of her familiar, but she also didn't want to be scolded for not having the initiative to ensure that everything was fixed, including the doll. All the rapid thoughts and what ifs clouded up in her brain and made her head hurt with a blinding sting, almost like someone had mentally whipped her. Without further thought, she set about mending the doll. If she did it wrong, she would be punished, but she thought that she would probably be punished worse than if she didn't even try. It was such a fine line to walk, and here Bea was having to do it every day. "Can't mess up, but I always do." Would she ever get used to it? Would Jaladhi always be there to antagonize her existence? She wanted to believe that she one day could live on her own, but that day was a long way off. She had so much she needed to learn about her own survival... "Damned. Damned if I do and damned if I don't." Bea weaved the words into a song as she worked, her fingers moving faster than they ever had in life. When she was done and Peena was in a somewhat better state, Bea rose from the chair and stalked the house. She knew better than to wake her sire if she was still sleeping, but she stood in the hallway outside her door all the same. Looking down at the doll, Bea furrowed her brow. "Is she awake, Peena? Can you call her for me?" That the doll was nothing but a doll was beyond the fledgling guardian.