#fia.open

She sat cross-legged on the grass her hands on her knees, “You should sit.” Patience patted the grass next to her, “Pacing will not do you any good, unless you want to conjure my counterpart.” Wrath was drawn to those with immense anger and revenge on the mind. “You wont want that.” Fia was fairly certain that Ryder was beyond fixing ever, which was sad but she could wait for the opportunity to help. “Deep Breaths.”