Running, once again [RO]

Neela Garcia · 04-03-2012, 06:45 PM

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Bye bye, it's been fun folks.

Once again, Neela was running.

The last few weeks things seemed to be falling down around Neela's ears: her loss of control with Tony, Jace's leaving and thousand other little things all grouped together, weighing on the collie's mind. The last point was a particularly sore one; despite Jace's assurances to the contrary Neela couldn't quite shake the feeling that her patchwork friend's leaving was connected with Jace's discovery of Neela's past. "Its not safe here anymore.", that was what Jace said to her and in the dark hours of the night when all her thoughts were weighing in on her, Neela couldn't help but think that there was more than troubles with Salsola contributing to that sense of unsafeness.

It had only taken one such night where the weight of her troubles grew too heavy, one night where Neela turned to the familiar warmth of drink to help her sleep and suddenly the collie's state of mind took a drastic turn for the worse. Looking through a viewport tinted with whiskey Neela's view of Ichika became tilted; all the troubles and niggling doubts of her time here became larger and more prominent along with feelings of loneliness at the departure of Jace and Dalgina while the positives, the friends remaining and things she loved about her home, shrunk into obscurity.

The decision to leave took far less time than such a weighty decision should. Neela had been running from her problems for so long that it had become almost an ingrained habit and when the time came her belongings were already half packed before she had even considered what she was doing. Unfortunately love of her new home couldn't trump a lifetime of habit and Neela's decision remained the same.

The following morning found Neela down by her dock, running a hand along the one of the Meria's railings and gazing out at the forests surrounding her dock one last time. The collie had made her rounds earlier that day, saying her goodbyes to those few she actually knew in her home and sending a loud howl through the air for those she didn't. The scare numbers of those she actually knew with Jace and her families departure was unsettling for Neela, serving to reinforce her decision somewhat.

Neela stalled for some time until finally the sun was high in the sky and it was time to leave. All of her belongings were wrapped up tightly and stowed under the deck along with enough food and water to last her several weeks while an incessant chirping told her that Grynn and the chicks were all accounted for.

With no more reasons to delay barring a change of heart Neela steeled herself and raised her muzzle, the beginnings of a howl building deep down in her throat before Neela abruptly cut it short. Her habit of howling to mark every departure went back far to an old superstition from her home town stating that if a dock wasn't given a proper farewell, the sailor would never return to it.

But did Neela really deserve to return here? Ever since Neela had joined Ichika there had been a niggling sense that she didn't belong, that her violent past set her apart from the peaceful residents as an intruder in their midst, a niggling doubt that never truly went away. With Jace's leaving, now cemented in Neela's mind as her fault, Neela couldn't see any reason for her to return here, to burden the Ichikans with her presence.

Silently Neela lowered her muzzle and pulled the mooring lines in, casting off for the second time from a place she once called home with little more than a handful or regrets, some birds and a lot of whiskey to keep her company.

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