Tales of the Ice Harpy from Glacia

Karla woke up in pretty much the same mood she'd had when she'd gone to sleep: miserable. No longer exhausted, sure, but still an uncomfortable mix of grief, anger, bitterness and resignation. Definitely not the mood she'd been expecting to return home from Edge in--she's been imaging something closer to the jubilant exultation she'd felt for those few minutes on the side of the road in the Wastelands.

And, yes, she and Aerith had managed to work together to bring some places in Edge back to life and health, but she couldn't really work up much enthusiasm for that. She was still too busy grieving over things she could not fix. It was wrong to be angry at Elena and Reno for not telling her in the first place, and it was extra-wrong to also be angry at them for then telling her, but Karla freely admitted she wasn't quite ready to be rational. And then there was a little bit of extra suck added on that she couldn't even tell people what was wrong, since she'd sword by her very Jewels that she'd tell no one where she'd been or what she'd learned. The only people she could talk to were the very ones she was pissy at. Not a good situation.

On top of it all, it was graduation, a day that most certainly hadn't been designed to make her feel any better. The one bit of silver was that she had a ready-made excuse for why she was in such a rotten mood to begin with.

Yay?

[Open door, open post. Emo-witch warnings in effect.]