Something is wrong. I'm not doing something right. The guild is failing. Is it lack of activity? The small amount of members? Lack of focus? If I had the money, I would start an official guild, so that I could make things a bit more atractive and appealing, but in order for it to be worth, I'd have to change the entire set-up and make it public.
Menwhile, as I fret about this, unwanted memories of the past surface in my dreams. I haven't gotten a decent night's sleep in at least a week. Visons of that last battle flash through my mind even now. When it happened, I tried to put them aside, to bury them away, for the sake of my sanity, and tha's the only reason I've survived this long. But now they refuse to stay buried and insist on comeing out, and force me to work them out and deal with them. My eyes and nose are red from being rubbed and dried too much. Molly's grief and trauma are so much more... what's the word... not standard, not common, not real, but sort of a combination of the three. My trauma is so otherworldly, her help and advice can only halp me so much. How long must I suffer with it?
 Litheria · Sun Sep 26, 2004 @ 04:41am · 0 Comments |
