Darin gave her head a shake, “You misunderstand I have not decided to bring the rain to Tasen. Astra, The Sky, The Sea, The Stone, specifically of Tasen and the near by areas, have decided to bring this rain here.” There was a slight spiral of wind that lifted Darin a few inches into the air, but did nothing else as Darin laughed lightly in response, “ This is the first time in all my travels that I’ve introduced myself properly. I believe that Astra is celebrating.” The wind died and she dropped back to the ground, “I’m disinclined to disagree.” She turned her gaze back to the Sota-Sol, “I can’t go home. So, Astra is bringing home to me for just a little bit. The rain will only help Tasen. So, I cannot find fault with this plan, even if only for selfish reasons.” She sighed, the look in her eye forlorn, “Speaking of home, I plan on writing messages to send home via The Farm as I have messages for them as well. When they are written I would appreciate your help in making sure they are delivered.” She shrugged, “For now that is all I can think of.” She nodded again, “Thank you for your patience. I’ll take my leave now.”

She didn’t wait for a dismissal as she exited the room. Darin didn’t think that Ridahne would be able to find fault with how she handled the interaction, but for some reason she couldn’t help but wonder what Ravi would think. What would her mother think? She paused in a hallway with her fingertips lightly brushing the wall. Sometimes she didn’t think she acted like a daughter Talia would be proud to call her daughter. Darin wasn’t even sure that mattered. Talia basically took a year off from being her family, much less her mother. Then Darin never cared what Talia had to say about anything, running the farm herself, her short hair, wearing pants, not getting married. So, why did she care about the fact that Talia would call her rude for making the Sols wait and then just leaving when she was done? What type of woman was Darin turning into? Petty and mean? That was the last thing she wanted.

Darin clenched her fists tightly and she began striding back down the hall to the room she had been provided. This was not the time for attacks of self-doubt. This was not the time for crises of faith. This was not the time to slip into depression or whatever. The only person she had to help her with things like this was Ridahne, and this was her home. The warrior was having a mostly okay time. Darin didn’t want to get in the way of that. She knew she was supposed to talk to Ridahne about stuff like this. She had promised. Darin told herself that she would talk to Ridahne … later, much later. When she could get Ridahne away for Ajoran, which might not be for a long while.

Darin suddenly turned to punch the wall, “Stupid.” She quietly cursed in common as she continued to punch the wall, “Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.”

She was just tired, and she knew this. That’s why all these self-doubts were plaguing her. That’s why she currently hated herself. That’s why petty thoughts about Talia and the Sols and Ajoran were sneaking into her brain. Darin didn’t really mean it; she didn’t think. She really needed to just go to bed. She [i]knew[/i] that. Yet she couldn’t bring herself to stop punching the wall. She could only use one of her hands since Taja was on the other shoulder. Her knuckles were swiftly becoming bloody and if she didn’t stop, she might break something. Why couldn’t she stop? She wanted to stop. Didn’t she?

A clatter and a voice filled the air, “Astra-Sol!” Darin looked up to see a servant of some sort with their hands other their mouth and a dropped tray by their feet, “Is everything alright?”

The sudden noise shocked Darin out of her actions and she quickly took a step away from the wall. “I’m fine.” She inclined her head on the wall, “I apologize for the mess.”

The servant shook their head quickly, “That doesn’t matter.” They took a few hurried steps forward, “We need to get you to a healer right away.”

Darin quickly darted away form them, “I’m fine.” She forced out a hollow sounding laugh, “I just need rest.”

She ignored the cries of the servant as she quickly hurried on her wall. With her luck news of her little fit would be all over Tasen in no time at all. That was exactly what she didn’t need, but Darin at least understood living with the consequences of her choices. Right now, what she needed to do was get her knuckles washed and bandaged. She thought she might have some bandaging in her pack in her room. She would take care of that and head towards the stables. She couldn’t be alone right now but didn’t want to deal with people. Talbot could probably keep her from doing something completely stupid. Hopefully.

Somehow Darin managed to keep to the plan. She carefully washed her knuckles in the water basin filled with clean water and wrapped the clean cotton tight around her hand. Ridahne probably would have done a better job, but Darin didn’t want to see her. Well, she did want to see her sister, but just her sister, and she would feel guilty of she dragged Ridahne from Ajoran after so long apart. Soon, it would just be the too of them again, so Darin decided to try and be patient. She made it to the stables with out anyone seeing her and finally tossed Taja off her shoulder. The bird didn’t protest as he flew to the rafters to go back to bed. Talbot whinnied sleepily as his human pulled of her boots and sank into the hay near him. Now, Darin just needed turn her brain off and sleep. That might be more difficult that she wanted to admit. Her fingers hurt, reminding her of her many, many flaws.