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/ / I need to make a better effort of being here. But busy season--

❝. . . I've learned to stop apologizing for my existence--. If the fact that I exist inconveniences others then thet is a personal problem.❞

A hand raised to greet the apple-- giving the offer a polite refusal. She was not hungry, it would seem. ❝Brooding is a interesting way of putting things. It is something I try not to do-- for it simply makes me angrier.❞

Crossing one leg over the other-- The sound of thunder rumbling in the distance. Alone, the woman sat. Something that she had grown accustomed to.

. . . Is that so? An oddity-- though I believe us to be quite different.

Lightning? It never strikes twice-- Or rather, that is what many would like to believe. Yet as thunder roars; lightning bears its fangs. Not once, not twice, but 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒆. . .

A soft sigh-- Sitting, with her legs crossed and eyes closed. Simply enjoying the sound of the November rain. . .

〝I'm. . . awake--〞

Temper; As light as a spring shower-- Or as 𝙛𝙞𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙚 as a hurricane.

/ / Finding it difficult to find reasons to stick around. Maybe I'll just rework/flip? This time of year is always rough for me.

A unfortunate consequence. Collateral damage, so to speak. Evolet did not come unprepared, however. For soon the violet swordswoman would drape a raincoat over the rat. Protecting her from further wetness. . . . Hopefully.

Her blade, drawn. The heavens; cried. What was once a clear blue sky was now murky with grey clouds; accented further by thunder that rocked the world itself.

❝Immortal or not-- They all 𝒃 𝒍 𝒆 𝒆 𝒅 just the same.❞