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swingatshadowsOkay, so it's a new year. Mostly. We're already over a week in, but to be honest, I've never been the best at staying on top of the times, and I've also never really been one for fixating on holidays. I don't even have any resolutions for the new year.
I only make a point of it now because with the turn of the year, it feels like I'm obligated to pause and reflect. Slow down. Think about where I want to go. Except... here, it doesn't feel like I've got much choice in the matter. No way of finding my family. No way of settling differences and misunderstandings. So, what's a girl to do?
Swinging through the chilly air of Darrow at night had become almost a routine for Cindy in recent weeks. Back home, holidays were typically a time when work slowed down, when accidents sometimes went on the rise but purposeful crime always took a dive — because even criminals had other things they wanted to do for the holidays.
In Darrow, things were different. The city had a way of turning days otherwise filled with good will into chaos, of turning parties upside down and throwing new and unfamiliar creatures on the unsuspecting population. Cindy's silk-sense had been going wild, between large scale invasions and the smaller, but equally dire matter of literally binding mistletoe, and so while she couldn't say that she was producing articles with as much regularity than before, patrolling kept her busy.
It was a welcome distraction for a woman who didn't want to think too much about her own life and welfare. Maybe it wasn't wise that she hadn't reached out to find a therapist yet in the city. Maybe she should have researched the local labs, check in now and again, figure out a way to conduct regular physicals without raising too many alarm bells with the local physicians. But motivation was lacking, waning further by the day. Why go through the tiresome process of finding someone she was able to talk to when there were people who benefited from her presence almost on a weekly basis?
She quickly turned to look westward as a telltale tingle settled in her scalp, flicking out another thick rope of web with her fingers and tugging hard to accelerate. The tingle was subtle for now, which usually meant the danger wasn't fatal, but Cindy knew that even the most farfetched of dangers didn't necessarily mean that she could buy any extra time.
After spotting a group trailing after a man walking in the distance, Cindy quickly dropped to the sidewalk, keeping her footfalls quiet as she tried to eavesdrop on their conversation. Sometimes, her sense was set off by simple misunderstanding and panic. Better to make sure she knew who actually deserved it before she started throwing punches.
I only make a point of it now because with the turn of the year, it feels like I'm obligated to pause and reflect. Slow down. Think about where I want to go. Except... here, it doesn't feel like I've got much choice in the matter. No way of finding my family. No way of settling differences and misunderstandings. So, what's a girl to do?
Swinging through the chilly air of Darrow at night had become almost a routine for Cindy in recent weeks. Back home, holidays were typically a time when work slowed down, when accidents sometimes went on the rise but purposeful crime always took a dive — because even criminals had other things they wanted to do for the holidays.
In Darrow, things were different. The city had a way of turning days otherwise filled with good will into chaos, of turning parties upside down and throwing new and unfamiliar creatures on the unsuspecting population. Cindy's silk-sense had been going wild, between large scale invasions and the smaller, but equally dire matter of literally binding mistletoe, and so while she couldn't say that she was producing articles with as much regularity than before, patrolling kept her busy.
It was a welcome distraction for a woman who didn't want to think too much about her own life and welfare. Maybe it wasn't wise that she hadn't reached out to find a therapist yet in the city. Maybe she should have researched the local labs, check in now and again, figure out a way to conduct regular physicals without raising too many alarm bells with the local physicians. But motivation was lacking, waning further by the day. Why go through the tiresome process of finding someone she was able to talk to when there were people who benefited from her presence almost on a weekly basis?
She quickly turned to look westward as a telltale tingle settled in her scalp, flicking out another thick rope of web with her fingers and tugging hard to accelerate. The tingle was subtle for now, which usually meant the danger wasn't fatal, but Cindy knew that even the most farfetched of dangers didn't necessarily mean that she could buy any extra time.
After spotting a group trailing after a man walking in the distance, Cindy quickly dropped to the sidewalk, keeping her footfalls quiet as she tried to eavesdrop on their conversation. Sometimes, her sense was set off by simple misunderstanding and panic. Better to make sure she knew who actually deserved it before she started throwing punches.