"Its gotten to the point in where im becoming waaay too forgetful, lately, i can only remember half of whats going on, and i feel myself being way too unfocused. Its getting hard to read, my eyes are just unfocusing, and i feel tired. And im scared, artemis, i dont feel like… Me, anymore."
Frost was sitting in the flower meadow, shaded by the trees and leaning on her large arcanine companion, artemis. Up to the light frost was holding something small and round made out of glass. Her fake left eye. Turning it around and around, studying it. She felt strange, almost scared. The last few months after getting out of the hospital had been weird, and extremely short. Between managing her new team and regaining her strength she had had very little free time. She had forgotten all about christmas, and she had forgotten one of her best friends birthdays and you can just imagine how bad she felt. She was planning to host a small party for him later on, he deserved it, and the gift… Well, she wasnt sure what to give ethan for his birthday. Last time he got pots and pans, better get something cooler this time….
She sat up and popped her glass eye back into her eye socket, blinked and leaned against artemis again. He was a great pillow and a great listener, even though he wasnt very good at giving advice. Oh well, frost was content with just sitting here for now, listening to the leaves above her rustle and the winds playing with the flowers by her feet.
((TIme to do this. owo))
Franco walked down the meadow, feeling a bit bummed out. from the day.From accidentally messing up th, to people not paying too much attention, to a bird pooping in his head. He was in a seriously bad mood, no understatement,
The only thing he could think of doing at that time was just go on a grumpy walk around the island. A while of aimless walking around, he soon found himself wandering in the middle of the flower meadows for no apparent reason.
Marching on the tall grass, Franco muttered, “I can’t believe today was this crappy… dammit everybody…” He paused, and turned to kick a small boulder out of the way. “Everything’s in my way today! Hmph.”
Franco groaned, collapsing on the flowers. “Sigh…”
"Hey meadow," he began, speaking to no-one in particular, "Lucky for you. You just sit there with your flowers and grass and trees and crap, don’t have to deal with people or society.
The trees swayed back in response.
"Ya think you could do something about my grumpy mood?" he asked, "Nah, you’re just a meadow."
As if on cue, his eyes were then drew to something in the corner. Franco turned around to see another purple-haired woman slumping on the meadow alongside an Arcanine.
"Meadow, I’m not in the mood to talk to anybody right now," Franco sighed,