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Sleep came easy for the hybrid. Nightmares took a temporary break from plaguing her like they usually did, though she could still feel some sense of a shadow in the back of her mind; a conscious that she knew for a certainty wasn't her own voice or inner apparition. It never truly revealed itself, though Talitha held a sense as to who it could be, or her mind would play games with herself to assume the obvious of who (or what) it was. As much as she would never truly escape the realm of nightmares, at least she was feeling much more recovered physically. She had been running on E this whole time, with exhaustion set in through its past stages. The insomnia and hang over didn't necessarily help with it either, but now her system was finally on the path to recovery and rejuvenation again.
At least physically.
Finding quarters in one of the guest rooms of the D'Neville Mansion, it was an overcast morning when she strolled outside. With journal and pencil in grip, her unusually large German Shepherd-esque ears thought they heard distant tinkle of water in the forest beyond the back garden. Easing into a sashay through the shadowed canopy of the forest, her movements were naturally smooth gliding and graceful in the manner that Shepherds tended to walk. Effortless, but with a pace that was brisk. Her walking was generally brisk as it was, since she felt like the faster she moved, the quicker she would be able to avoid being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Talitha became big with self fulfilling prophecies after her incident. It would turn out Dapplebreak Creek wasn't a wrong place, nor was it anything that held a limited time span on its tranquility. Perfect.
The full effect of the creek's music filtered soothingly to her ears, and couldn't help but be lost in the random notes and melody of mother nature's finest music available. Water always had been a medium of hers to think and ponder, even if it was water within a tarnished glass or container, there was something about water that brought her to a state of equilibrium. Approaching the shoreline, she easily fell to crossed legs first, then dipped the soles and heels of her feet in the cool stream. It felt amazing upon her blistered feet, and slowly eased in until the water was at about her ankles in a comfortable soak. Setting her journal and pencil upon her lap, her overly fluffy Shepherd tail curled around and underneath her legs, as Talitha took delight in the music and feeling of the creek. This was something she could easily lose hyper vigilance with, as she let herself drift away from the rest of reality. It was a risk on her own behalf, but the creek felt just so damn good.