Boredom Kills {Stop The Dying!}

[Sivoncé™]

Winnie and Rye sat on the edge of the clefts where the warriors and neophytes slept, staring out at the misty forest below.
"We could jump into the waterfall again," Rye offered, though his tone was flat and unenthusiastic.
"Nah. How about we go bother the fish again?" Winnie wondered, but her voice held the same, tasteless quality.
"Nope," they both concluded.
"This is lame! I mean...ugh! Being sick is no fun!" Winnie grumbled.
"True," Rye sighed. "I wish there were more neophytes around...or at least SOMEONE who likes to have fun."

[silverpelt12]

Mythic appered. Her grey fur trailed behind her. Her gaze sharp. She had become so cold, even to those she loved when her dear father died. She seemed to hate the world. It was unfair. Everything was cruel. She , in other words, was in a horrible mood.

[Sivoncé™]

Winnie spotted Mythic and cursed under her breath. "I'd say we're about to die, with this boredness combined with Mythic's sutbborness," she groaned. She thinks Riku's death was easy on any of us? She thinks we're over it?! NO. We just know he'd want us to be happy!

Rye sighed. He only partially agreed with Winnie. Yes, it was true, Mythic was being a little stubborn, but fighting wouldn't solve anything. Mythic needed to move on, and Winnie needed to ignore it if it irked her so. "Hi, Mythic!" He called, tone friendly.

[silverpelt12]

Mythic shot an icyglare at her siblings, "You don't cre about father do you? Do you!?" she barked. Turning and sprinting off in another direction. She needed time to think, time to pray for her father.