Lady Sif (![]() ![]() @ 2018-03-30 08:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, !log, [plot] rise of the guardians, ~2018 march, ~25 points, ~~lissa dragomir (lissa_dragomir), ~~~sif (fiercestwarrior) |
Who: Sif and Lissa
What: Listening to Lissa's frustrations
When: Friday morning
Where: Lissa's apartment
Warnings: TBA
Status: Closed/On-going
Sif was grateful for the fact that her nightmares hadn't been as bad as some of the others' had been. They'd been terrible, yes. They'd been some of the worst she'd ever had. But they hadn't been so bad as to keep her from her Guardian duties. If the nightmares reached that incapacitating...
Well, if they did, she feared for the entire town.
But at the moment, she had no need to fear. What she had need of was an ability to make her charge find a house. Of course, extreme sleep deprivation was no kind of condition under which to make decisions, but it was keeping Lissa from getting even more scared than she already was, so Sif was more than happy to let Lissa sit in the living room and pour over page after page of listings online for as long as she wanted for the entirety of her shift that morning.
"You need to take a few breaths and stay calm," Sif said from where she sat in a chair, tiredly sipping at a cup of coffee. "You will never be able to make a decision if you cannot think -- even if it is just a decision about what you need to make a decision on." Anything to try getting a smile out of Lissa.