become undone / o, weekly task

[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: 0px; font-family: verdana;"]Lydia didn't like sad things. She didn't like to think about them, let alone see then with her own two eyes. Unfortunately though, just like chores (of which Lydia also hated), sadness was just a part of life. She'd been down anyways since the tragedy of the fire had struck down The Rosebloods' territory unexpectedly.

"You did a good job," Lydia would murmur quietly to Stockholm, making sure to tap his shoulder with her tail in reassurance that everything he'd done was alright. She brushed past and sat towards the side quietly, tucking her bushy tail over her front paws and lowering her head in vigil to the lost ones.