[ Having finally sharpened all of her knives, she leaned back in her chair, pushing onto the back legs of it only while she balanced herself on the table. "Finally, done," was barely heard as easily being covered up with a sigh. Even if she wasn't back home, she couldn't help but still feel horribly uneasy all the time. That feeling was gone, that connection she had with her people and land was enough to make her even more empty. The feeling of having to be able to fight here was always there, training as much as she could.
Staring up at the sky through the window. It was hard to know if the sky was the same as back home, it had something missing about it, too many lights made it hard for her to see the stars and that only made her more bothered. It was something she caught herself doing when she couldn't sleep, that or all the times she slept with Ukraine telling her odd stories about stars made her look up at them with some kind of wistfulness in her eyes. But she noticed the feed, with a small grunt she reached out to shut it off, glint of the knife in her hand. ]
Belarus - APH - Not reserved
[ Having finally sharpened all of her knives, she leaned back in her chair, pushing onto the back legs of it only while she balanced herself on the table. "Finally, done," was barely heard as easily being covered up with a sigh. Even if she wasn't back home, she couldn't help but still feel horribly uneasy all the time. That feeling was gone, that connection she had with her people and land was enough to make her even more empty. The feeling of having to be able to fight here was always there, training as much as she could.
Staring up at the sky through the window. It was hard to know if the sky was the same as back home, it had something missing about it, too many lights made it hard for her to see the stars and that only made her more bothered. It was something she caught herself doing when she couldn't sleep, that or all the times she slept with Ukraine telling her odd stories about stars made her look up at them with some kind of wistfulness in her eyes. But she noticed the feed, with a small grunt she reached out to shut it off, glint of the knife in her hand. ]
Stupid place...