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Cercelee had taken up the habit of sleeping a long time and when she awoke, every morning, afternoon, or evening (whenever she awoke), she went through the same routine. First she tried to remember where she was and when she realized that she was still in Twilight Vale she wondered why she was there. And then she rediscovered the pain in her neck and remembered the coyote, Ember and Naniko. Then, trying to forget the memory and ignore the fact that she had not returned to Dahlia de Mai in a numer of days, she would move her back leg. It worked just fine and the wound was healing nicely, but it still hurt. Then the most dreadful part of her waking ritual came. Cercelee would turn her head this way and that, stretch (or try to) her neck forward, to test how well that was healing. Some days it felt better, some days it felt worse, but most days Cercelee didn’t notice a difference. It was always painful. The other wounds had were just superficial, though not painless. And she was sure it looked just as horrible as she felt.
After that she would stand, favoring her two front legs and the good back leg, and wander off until she deemed it time for another nap, in which case she would find a nice spot in the field, or sneak back into the house where Naniko had fixed her up and make herself scare in one of it’s many rooms, or just find anywhere that was acceptable for a nap, and fall asleep. Today however, she felt awake. More awake than she had the past week. And so her wanderings, a limping walk, took her farther than she had before. All the way to the lake, Rabbit Lake. The sun beat upon her pelt and Cer found that if she focused on the heat on her skin that she could ignore the discomfort of her broken body, and this allowed her to keep moving. However, once at the lake she collapse at it’s shore, far too tired to go on, and far too tired to go back. Sighing audibly, the small female, not a member of Twilight Vale but unable and unwilling to leave all the same, stared out at the water, not thinking, just relishing in the exhausted feeling of a job (merely walking) well done.
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