Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20170203204458/@comment-28358106-20170216035016

"How did I...bide my time?"

A look of blank surprise comes over Cyndwella's face, as if she's never considered the question. "I...well, there wasn't much I COULD do. When you are forced to haunt a place, a day can seem like a lifetime, and a year can pass like a day.  It's...difficult to explain, but it's a self-feeding feeling.  As it was, I think I was there for several years, because when I resurrected, the bog had stretched far beyond the edge where I had died, leaving me pretty much in the middle."

She looks down. "As for how I passed the time, I didn't really. No large creatures came near the bog.  No humans ever did, either, except for that one boy.  I had nothing to occupy my time but my feelings and my memories.  I just went over them, over and over again, making me more and more bitter, angrier at the world with each passing moment."

She pauses. "And you know, it all went away the moment I found that boy. Purpose poured into my life again, like water to a person dying of thirst.  For just a very brief while, I was able to forget about everything that came before."