The calm before the storm.

If there was something that Aelynthi hated was sickness.

The elf could face challenges, tasks anything that she put her mind to; years of training had polished her skills in ways that made her proud but all the training in the world couldn’t change that in the end she was just a mortal being that could come down with the flu like anybody else.
Aelynthi tried to excuse her sour mood with the fact that she couldn’t work while sick, that she felt as if she was wasting time when the truth was simpler. She felt miserable while bedridden, too sick to even wake up to prepare a soup. She couldn’t remember the last time that she had been sick since she had a pretty good health but now it had hit her with full force.

She had only managed to place a glass of water next to her and had even found hard to swallow it due to how inflamed her throat felt.
Well, it’s not like her peers would come here to look after her, she was a pawn in the board and she was on her own as always. She hoped that no one came down her ass because she hadn’t worked for two days.