((Based on role-play that has taken place over the past week))
Ljota fell victim to my horrific mood, on not just one, but two occasions. All within the space of a day. It was extremely unfair that I took my grief, my anger, and my sadness out on her. The argument carried on for some time, and it led to an altercation of sorts. In hindsight, I know I was being completely unreasonable. I don’t have a problem with Jess, Em, or Leohna really, but I was overshadowed with emotion, and I do think anything would have tipped me over the edge of realism – it was just unfortunate that it was regarding them. They were easier targets than the Clan. Easier to blame, yet I didn’t take it out on them. Instead, I turned to someone closer to me, for which I am certain I won’t do again.
The issue with Ljota has completely disappeared from my mind, as not even a day later after we resolved it officially with Heriwulf, a large group of people swarmed to the Lodge like Faron’s bees, all to assist us with the Orc threat. Although I appreciate them being here to help, the thought of welcoming and showing my appreciation to them was non-existent, as all of this meant she was home. I was getting myself ready for the most recent moot, making myself look somewhat presentable, after looking horrendous for days prior. She called out my name, and at first, I didn’t completely believe she was back. But she is. In all honesty, after the last few days, she was the only person I had wanted to see, to speak to, and to just... Well, be here. And here she was.
My mood has changed completely, as you might expect. She told me of the group she had brought with her, and I looked to her with admiration, as I hoped she finally had realised how appreciated she was. If that stays? Who knows? But, for right now, I couldn’t care less, nor could I care about the other problems we were facing. She's home, and she’s safe. That’s all that matters.
