#boa post

[it had been months since she'd been genuinely happy, and with one small potion the feeling had washing over her and stayed, filling her with a lightness she hadn't felt in more than ten years; with a smile and a thought that today was a good day, she proceeded to sit in the grass next to her dormitory and bask in the sun]

[is sitting in the cafeteria, a hand around a warm cup of tea as she hums softly with her face turned toward the window]

[she had made her way to the tree line of the forest, stopping with her hand on a tree trunk]

[is sitting in the cafeteria, playing with a fork, frustrated and tired at not being able to properly eat a piece of cake that she's been craving for awhile]

[is laying out in the snow, hands folded on her stomach, eyes studying the nighttime sky]

[lounging in the library with a book on body language in her hands, the weretiger felt, for once, at peace]

[her wounds were itching and they were making her just a touch on the irritable side as she trekked through the snow to the forest’s edge, pausing at the entrance and staring out into the woods blankly, mind elsewhere]