Well, months.
She had taken time to go visit her homeworld, for she felt rather…uncomfortable when she didn’t, and she had celebrated Cybele’s transformation to Princess and had been worried out of her mind when her girlfriend had very nearly died but…
Well. No, perhaps it was all of those things that sent her out tonight. She felt trapped in her own skin, and Albireo didn’t know how to fix that feeling other than going out and simply running.
It was cold tonight, and the air felt wonderful as she moved through it, though the feeling of a chaos aura made her pause and hesitate for just a moment.
She didn’t want to fight, didn’t feel that she could really fight alone but.
At the same time…the very thought of chaos made her skin crawl and so she moved towards the aura instead of away.
[Mistress Morbid]
