my god, i'm so lonely // herb gathering // so i open the window

MY PATIENCE IS WANING-
[b][i]IS THIS ENTERTAINING??

The tigress took her usual, carefully methodical, steps to the door, feeling around her form to make sure she did have a pouch for whatever herbs she found. Satisfactory with everything she started to feel her way out the door and toward the right side of her house, where she remembered hearing that some useful herbs were there. She heard the busy of the town around her as she started to pick the herbs. Lavender, Catmint, Feverfew, and other such things she could not quite determine the scent of. The only issue was that there was very little, given the season.

Seven huffed, halting her gathering and walking toward the fence at the back. She didn't put it there, but it was there when she officially moved in some time ago. A year, perhaps? She felt around, trying to find the gate but being unable to for some reason. She was growing more frustrated, ears flattening against her skull as she huffed and forcefully slammed her paw against the wood. She felt it give and she stumbled back, falling slightly which only made her a little more upset.

She stayed in a half-seated position for a while, mind in turmoil, which was quite uncommon for her. She hardly got upset or even showed any negative emotion outwardly. She had to be strong as the regent, hell, as a medical professional. She couldn't be distracted by her own emotions. With a huff, she stood up and turned around to walk back inside.

#psy.