[centre][b][h1][color=coral]Misty[/color][/h1][/b][/centre]

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Misty knew she should probably be doing something, with her time. Some sort of study, or class, but she found that she didn't particularly want to do anything right then. Slightly troubled, although she didn't know why, She always felt like that after receiving a letter from back home. Sometimes she felt that they merely kept that contact open, should she wish to return. If she failed. She loved the little town, and yet, she couldn't help but fell like she'd been a burden to them. In the two years since she had come to the acadmey, Misty had done all she could to send what aid, money or otherwise, that she could to the little town that had, at one time, been everything she knew. 

She just never knew how to reply to the seemingly daily lives, so distant to her now, of people she had known her whole life, who had raised her. [i]Layla is having a baby[/i] the happiness in that single sentence both thrilled and saddened her. She had played with Layla, the girl was the same age as her, and the htought that Layla was taking another path to what Misty was was saddening. At the same time, she knew that Layla would be thrilled to have a child. [i]Jack's illness is getting worse[/i]. FOr as long as she had known Jack, the man was always complaining about one illness or another. Was this just another ploy? [i]Authur is getting married, to Ginevera[/i]. Just how was she meant to respond to that? That guy she'd had a crush on for most of her life, getting married to someone Misty had hated?

It just couldn't be done. 

Her hands reached for the harp, never far from her, as if to take comfort from it, playing a few notes, she let it trail off, shaking her head. Flooded with thoughts and feelings that weren't hers, she let herself float along with them a moment, before deciding to find something she could do. Maybe hitting something would make her feel better. She slid the harp into the holster she had made for it along her back, thankful it was only small. When first carrying the harp around, it had been a challenge, but she had adjusted, her body had become stronger.  And now it was easy. 

She wandered for a time, stumbling across the ballroom, she was a little surprised to see someone there. She watched them for a moment, realising she might be intruding on something, she shifted awkwardly, She didn't particularly inteact with others easily, or deliberalty make an effort, She recognised Lazarus, but that didn't mean she had to approach. 

Still, she found herself clearing her throat, and saying awkwardly, [color=coral]"I'm sorry, Sir, i didn't mean to interupt..."[/color]