"Would be better off going to the temple next time for medical treatment." I complained while slowly wandering towards the temple within the Academy grounds. It was a little interesting to see such a building here, but, as magic is a thing, I guess the gods play a more important role as their blessings are actually active in these parts. But, soon, I was forced away from my slow wandering and put into a hurried jog as it had begun raining. Hard.
"At least I won't need a shower..." I soon joked out as I came to a stop again as it would seem I would not get indoors before I got fully soaked. So, I just went with it. I walked in the pouring rain that was coming from somewhere in these cloudless skies above and let it soak me. Occasionally using my wet claws to pick away at the dried blood on me and my rags. Somewhat enjoying the sight of my yellow ick just flowing away.
If only it was more than the blood that got washed away...
And soon, with a small smile on my face, I had crossed the distance between the hospital place and the temple and was now approaching it! I could finally seek some closure from the goddess who had been giving it to me back in Tryhpeltzweig. The one who defied her Father's rules to send me little messages to keep me in a positive mindset. Yet, it seems the door was getting closed to stop the rain from coming in.
"Hey!" I called out to them as I waved, hoping they'd at least keep it open as surely a place of the gods was open to all without issue? I could at least escape the insults here, right...?
"Go away, Bug." the man at the door spat out before he closed the large and decorative door shut. My curled up fist soon banging on it.
"Hey! Let me in!" I called out through the increasingly more aggressive rain. Letting my actions challenge its noise until I began to slow down and add my own water to the rain. A sudden depression washing over me as I tried to get into the building. And before I broke down, I sighed longingly for simpler times.
"You can't do this..." I whimpered out in hopes they'd at least take pity on me before I turned away and left for my dorm. My brick-like feet, my osibindah feet, dragging canyons through the grass and mud as I did so. What point was there in getting out of this rain...?
What point was there...? I deserved any illness I got from it. Any bad ailment it would encourage and so on. I deserved it all.