[right][h2][color=8882be]Sirpa's Catharsis[/color][/h2][@Tlazolteotl][@Stanifly][@JJ Doe][@Blademusica76][/right]

[color=8882be]Sirpa had allowed her gaze to slip to the floor and her face to soften as the newcomer took the others' attention. She hadn't realized she had been making a face. It wasn't a "bad" face, she had just been holding a "pleasant" and "natural" facial expression. Now the expression she wore was just neutral. It felt good to relax if only for a couple of seconds.

That's all she had anyway until something bit her. Sirpa brushed away at whatever bug it was. Three seconds later, it bit her again. Sirpa slapped at it on her arm, but when she looked, she didn't see anything. She set her bug down and inspected her arm more closely. There it was again! But where she was bit, she saw nothing. No bug, no bite mark. Huh.

Suddenly, a memory flashed across her mind. A conversation with a mentor. She had accidentally named the wrong person when sharing about difficult students she had worked with. She didn't realize the name mixup until later that day after she had been home for a few hours. It didn't matter, but- There! Again! 

[b]"Ouch,"[/b] Sirpa muttered quietly, rubbing at her arm. Another memory, another mixup that hadn't really mattered in the grand scheme of things but had eaten her up at the end of the day appeared. Sirpa instinctively shook her head to Etch-a-Sketch her way out of it, and then another bite pricked her arm! [i]What the heck...?[/i] Sirpa stood and brushed herself off, looking down at her chair to find the offenders. But somehow, she kept getting bit. Some felt like an accidental prick of a needle, a warning that it was aimed improperly underneath fabric held taught by a wooden hoop. Others reached deeper. Were there bugs in her clothes??[/color]