[right][h2][color=8882be]Sirpa's Catharsis[/color][/h2][@Tlazolteotl][@JJ Doe][@Stanifly][/right]

[color=808080][i]"He'll be back though. One good scream doesn't undo a lifetime of that."[/i][/color] [color=8882be]Sirpa looked toward the door of the coffee shop. She tried not to feel hopeful. She had liked Wesley. In the short time that they knew him, he had started to become comfortable to be around. 

When she looked back at the others, she noticed that Morgan had disappeared. He was there, but now he wasn't. She hadn't seen him leave or heard him walk away. Sirpa sighed and took another sip of her tea. No one ever stays, anyway.

As she sat quietly, focusing on the warmth coming from the mug into her hands, she picked up on another conversation happening nearby. It started as background noise, but over time it sounded closer and more clear.[/color]

[i]"You already know I'm Jay, so... what are your names?"[/i]

[color=8882be]Sirpa looked up. More people were sitting nearby in chairs that seemed to have just appeared out of nowhere. Everyone was seated in a lazy sort of circle. Sirpa suddenly felt a tad self-conscious. She hadn't sat herself in a circle. She didn't want to be perceived yet. She was still coming out of a mild dissociation after that...event?...she, Silver Blade, and Morgan had experienced. She looked over at Silver Blade, searching for comfort in the familiar, and then back at the person who introduced themself as Jay. Sirpa realized that their question was also directed at her.

[b]"I'm Sirpa,"[/b] she said simply. Then she took another sip of her tea, focusing on its warmth and smell rather than the feeling of awkwardness from introducing herself to yet another new person. Warm apple cinnamon. Like friends and the floral section of craft stores. Gentle. Familiar.[/color]