Peering out across the pond, within the woods of Eversong, outside of the walls of her home city, Sariella had pondered the future. What would become of her? Would she ever serve her people in combat again? Should she? It was several days since she regained control of her thoughts, Several days since she ceased her substance abuse. Several days since she resumed eating... living. The weight of her guilt bore heavily down upon her, forcing her to her hindquarters, sat down on the soft, muddy bank of Stillwhisper, her head dipping to view the single strand of grass between her legs.