[open] Why Is There Joy In This Poison? [Any]

[Indivar]

you spend your nights looking at the stars, thinking your life would be better on Mars
checking your pulse just to feel it beat; looking for a stone to keep the peace

Indivar yawned before speaking once more, "Well then, I suppose I shall become a member of the Sylva, if given your approval. I think I'm going to like it here anyways, you're not a pushover, I respect that."

Indivar had never thought to call anywhere home before now; however, this place did not seem too bad, it wasn't too sunny, wasn't too barren, it fit him rather well, he thought. Perhaps he could make himself happy in this place, a new place to call his home.

Indivar was not in the best of shape to be travelling anyways, he had started to feel a sickness come over him like a blanket of gloom, he gave a few coughs as he lay there, his head becoming light.

"I beg your pardon, but, if you would not mind, if I am a member of the Sylva I would very much like to rest now."

Indivar