Caleigh Lightbreeze

Steady Rhythm

Tluck...tlock....

Two drops of water fell from the faucet on the opposite side of her office. The room was sparse, boxes piled on the walls from storage, paperwork was strewn across her desk. It had been weeks since she'd opened the door to this place again, only to realize it wasn't what it had been before.

 It was as if the warmth had been drawn from under the doorway and escaped in her absence. The bright colors of the wall seemed muted and aged. The paperwork, where it had once felt meaningful...was empty and stale. There were no clients. She'd need to walk the community once again and start the services. Those that she had on the ledger had been crossed off. Passed away, killed, mercied... there weren't many of the original families left. Although, Caleigh recognized a few of the names on her dossiers. 

She looked around the room once, inhaling. This is what her life was. Wake up in Tol Barad, open the animal clinic by six. Appointments in the morning. Lunch in the city. Office until five. Back to the Raven to drink and pick up the evening shifts.

Tluck...tlock...

The walls would need to be painted. The files would need to be arranged. The families would need to be contacted. The faucet would need to be fixed... Eyes moved to the contractor's quotes on the closest pile of paperwork. More gold than she had, even with the investments; living in Northrend had certainly taken a toll on Caleigh's wallet.

It's why she'd offered a hand at the Heart. In all honesty, she needed the interaction. She needed to be placed in a setting where it was necessary for her to speak. To exchange ideas. To be a person. And the fact that there was coin...that didn't hurt. Of course, she wouldn't mention that. The primary reason given was the fact that she was completely withdrawn from society as a whole. 

Her sister's death had taken a toll on her, and her time in Northrend was spent as far away from any elves as she could manage. Afterall, it was the City's fault that those outside were left to die, was it not? Her brow furrowed, reaching over to pull the quotes in front of her. Jotting a quick note at the bottom, plumbing. Yet another thing to add to her expenses.

Tluck...tlock...

Good thing she picked up the extra hours.