Odessa had retreated to the garden, her only sanctuary. Granted she had her home and clinic. But the walls, th walls. Ugh, she couldn't explain. It was just that she felt so trapped, so constricted. Even wearing her scarf was a huge task. The feeling of it around her neck was like strangulation and it wasn't something she wanted to put herself through time and time again. Tear stains marked the train between her muzzle and cheeks, sharp pumpkin eyes seemed duller and deader all the same. Imhotep could do nothing, she'd freaked out when he tried to hold her, finding no solace in his safe grip. So, Odessa had made her way to the garden. Her fingers played with the strap of her satchel, shivering ever so slightly as she made her way delicately over Salsola's uneven terrain.
Reaching the garden, her dull,once bright, pumpkin eyes found the shape of a girl,younger than her. With dark ruddy fur, tipped with silver and lined with black. Draugr. 'Draugr...' she hummed gently, a pale, lifeless, but friendly greeting. 'Weeding?' she asked softly, managing to muster a thin smile that brightened up her face for a moment. Before she remembered her loss and went back to her previous dead panning with a laboured sigh.
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