"You really for the best food of your life, MudWing?"

"As always."

Flame set a plate down on the living room table. It was a few pieces of garlic bread, with marinated steak on top. It was topped with his secret steak sauce that he hadn't even told Umber the recipe to yet.

It wasn't exactly breakfast, but Umber needed his strength. Meat gave energy, right?

It was the first time he'd made this for Umber, and just from the way the entire house was engulfed with the smell of fresh beef, he could tell he'd make it a lot more for him in the future. And possibly the whole Healing Center, he flinched, remembering all the times he'd come home and fallen asleep almost instantly from the hours of nonstop cooking.

Running around the kitchen for one dragon was one thing, but running around an even bigger kitchen for hundreds of dragons was definitely another. Umber knew exactly what those times were like with the few times Fennec allowed Umber to come to work with him.

It wasn't often that he asked though. Ever since he had taken over the kitchen, everything had been far more strict. He couldn't take ingredients home, he couldn't use high-quality ingredients to make himself something to eat, he couldn't take a few minutes to talk to someone, he couldn't do this and that, and blah blah blah.

It was all just a bunch of self-empowering bullshit to make himself feel like he was in control of whatever sad life he had, so he took it out on everyone else.

But he enjoyed cooking, and a shitty boss wasn't going to stop him. Sure, there were plenty of places looking for chefs that were closer, but the Healing Center paid him a lot for his skill and time working. Especially recently, he was getting a paid vacation until Umber healed.

That wouldn't be much of a problem soon though, because Fennec would more than likely bug him every day once he got to the Healing Center.

Umber looked down at the dish. "Have you made this before?" he asked.

"Nope! It's one of the few things I haven't made for you yet. A little taste of what's to come; we'll be eating a lot more high-quality food once we get there."

"But Fennec-"

"...can go fuck himself," he interrupted. "I just experienced a life-changing event! I'm traumatized, can't you see? I'll need all the nice food I can get," he said in his most "I'm-not-traumatized-but-this-is-my-excuse" tone.

"Well, first of all, language, we agreed on this. And second of all, what if he fires you? Then what?"

"Oh, please, Zephyr won't let me get fired. Fennec manages the kitchen, but Zephyr manages the managers, and I'm far too good of a cook to be fired over a few dumb ingredients. Besides, I'm dating her daughter's girlfriend's brother."

"Yeah, SkyWing love just runs in our DNA I guess." They both chuckled.

"Maybe Clay's curse for the SkyWing egg. Just by existing, he forever damned his sibs to date SkyWings." He sat down next to Umber. "Anyways, eat up! We've got a lot of walking to do today." He pointed at the letter on the table.

It was from the Healing Center, stating that they had been accepted in and were expected to be there soon.

Once they both woke up on the beach — nearly a week ago at that point — he brought Umber home before heading down to the Healing Center to fill out a form, and they had just gotten a confirmation letter that they had been accepted.

It wasn't surprising — because once again, Zephyr. But he was hoping it'd at least be a little more on the faster side compared to others.

Umber grabbed one of the pieces of bread in his talons and took a bite of it. His face immediately lit up in delight as the flavors set in, and that's when he knew he'd be making it even more often than he thought before.

"Amazing as always," Umber said with delight, slightly leaning against Flame. But there was still a look of uncertainty behind his face. Now that he was thinking about it actually, he'd seen it a few times during the morning.

"Umber, you know everything's going to be alright, right? I wouldn't be doing this if I knew it wasn't the best thing for you." Flame looked at him deeply.

Umber shifted uncomfortably as he tried not to think about it. "Uhm…yeah," was all he said, looking away. "A-Anyways we should get going, they're expecting us soon." He took another bite of his breakfast.

And before long, he fully finished his breakfast, and off to the Healing Center it was. It was pretty early in the day, and a bit chilly at the time as winter was approaching. They got a few stares from dragons on the way there, but he made sure to cover Umber with his wing so not too many dragons saw.

The clouds and fog didn't help either. It looked like it was about to rain, but only a light sprinkle managed to escape from the clouds' grasp. The overhanging clouds managed to turn a place that was one filled with beauty, bustling with activity, into a place that seemed dead, almost like it'd been abandoned overnight.

It took a while, but they finally got to the Healing Center. Even though he'd worked there for so long, the place felt foreign, strange after being away. He could still remember the layout — at least as far as the kitchen went — so getting to the main desk was easy.

Umber split away and took a seat on one of the nearby benches as he went up to the front desk. And sure enough, the dragon there was none other than Jet. She was almost fully distracted by the stacks of papers on her desk as she wrote away with a pen.

She looked up from her desk as he walked near. "Oh, you're here," the SkyWing said. "Anyways, you both probably know the building layout, so I won't bother with a tour; I have a lot of paperwork to do today. Your room number is two ninety-four — in the east building. You'll get your healers assigned to you tomorrow."

He looked back at Umber. "C'mon, MudWing." He waved his talon, beckoning for him to follow.

"Already? I just sat down!" Umber said with mild annoyance in his voice. It was understandable though; it probably — no definitely — took a lot of energy to stand up for him. His walk was getting better though, and his burns reflected that.

He was surprised he had as much energy as he did. Healing definitely wasn't the most energetic feeling, especially when you were enchanted to heal faster.

"You'll be able to sit down once we get to our room, it's not too far from here." He walked over to Umber and stuck his talon out. "Here, I'll help you up."

The MudWing grabbed his talons and Flame lifted him up from out of his seat. From then, they walked to their room. Once again he kept his wing around him and made sure his grasp was extra tight whenever they saw another dragon.

"Flame, why are you doing that?" Umber asked curiously. "Do you really not like dragons staring at me that much? You know I'd never cheat on you, right?" he joked.

"I don't want them looking at you like you're some kind of freak," he explained. "The last thing we want here is for that to happen."

"I'm not you though — I don't care if anyone sees my scars. If anything, they make me look tough!"

"Those are a bit more than some 'scars', Umber. Those are full-on third-degree burns!" He shifted his wing a bit as they walked down the hall.

"Well, I can say they're from the war if anything. Oh! I have the perfect story!" he exclaimed. "I was in a fight with a SkyWing, and…and then I...they were about to breathe fire onto one of my sibs and I jumped in front and…" he trailed off.

A saddened feeling punched Flame in the heart hard enough to spread all of his emotions out across his face. He knew what Umber was thinking and why he didn't finish the story. He wished he could help more. He wished he could take all the guilt away from him and crumple it in his talons like a piece of paper and throw it to the side.

But the only one who could do that was his healer, and it would be far from instant, no, it would be a long and slow process for both his physical and mental injuries. That's why we came here though; to get Umber the help he needs so he can stop living in the past. But that's not what we should be focusing on right now.

"Never mind that, why don't we go and see our room?" he said as enthusiastically as he could muster. "Hopefully it's bigger than last time, two dragons definitely shouldn't be sleeping in our old rooms."

"Yeah…" Umber said. It was obvious he was distracted by the thought. He was probably thinking about Crane and his sessions he'd be taking tomorrow.

"We could go get lunch afterwards if you want. You're probably still hungry after this morning," he tried. "I didn't exactly make the biggest meal for you. The kitchen has things like sandwiches, breadsticks, subs, meat. Stuff like that."

Every few hours, more food would be made if it hadn't already been eaten. They were left in bags or heating areas where dragons could take whatever they wanted and go back to eat it.

Umber's face lit up a little. Of course, mentioning food would be the thing to cheer him up. "Mhmm… I guess we could do that," he said shyly.

They walked in silence for the next couple minutes. He kept his wing around him though; the warmth of his scales reminded him that he was here now instead of somewhere underground in the Sky Kingdom — or Mud Kingdom. Maybe in between?

They made it to their room though. If you looked down the hall, you wouldn't be able to tell any of the rooms were different by looking at the doors, but on the inside, they were all different shapes and sizes. Some were made for the disabled, some were made for one dragon, and some were even made for up to three if they were running out of space.

But he knew theirs was probably a double bedroom, much like the one Umber shared with Sora.

He twisted the knob and opened the door and sure enough, the room looked identical to Umber's old room; two beds on either side, a table, a shelf, a window. Simple things like that.

It was small, but he had lived in it once for over a year, and he had already been used to living in small spaces. Maybe not as of recently, but he'd figure it out.

"Well, this is definitely an upgrade," Flame joked. "The floors aren't rotted and we have two beds!"

"It's only ten times smaller though." His joy felt forced though, he could tell. But he hoped having a second breakfast would fix that, which would be Flame's first; he had only made breakfast for Umber this morning as they didn't have too much time on their talons.

He took his first step into their room they would be staying in for… He didn't know how long, but if he had to guess, they would be staying there for at least the next few months. Plenty of time for Umber to sort out his stuff with Crane.

The smell gave him a sense of nostalgia, back when he first met Umber. He could hardly believe the first words that were exchanged between them here were "Fuck. Off."

"Well, better get comfortable because we're gonna be here awhile." He walked over to the right side of the room, next to one of the beds. "This one's mine, I call it!" he said cheerfully, before jumping on it and sprawling his wings to either side.

It definitely wasn't the most comfortable thing but he'd slept on worse before. Way worse, as in a bunch of gravel. It was a long story.

Umber laid down on his side of the room, unphased by the joke. It was unfortunate the beds were so far apart that they couldn't sleep in the same bed, but maybe they could slide them together? Or somehow squeeze in the same one?

They would worry about that later though, as Umber shot him a stare. "Can we go eat now?" he said. His mood had slightly improved in the last few minutes.

"Don't you want to sit down first?" Flame asked. "The cafeteria is open all day, y'know."

"I can sit down once I get there, I'll be fine." Flame could practically hear his stomach rumbling from where he was lying.

"Alright, if that's what you want," he said in agreement.

He hopped off of his bed and went through the door, Umber following close behind him.

As they walked, Flame tried to subtly wrap his wing around him, mainly by trying to distract him with conversation. But he noticed the moment his wing touched him, and he swiftly batted it away.

"C'mon MudWing, you don't want dragons staring at you, right?"

"Oh, stop it, Flame. We already talked about this a few minutes ago, I don't care if they stare. Besides, my burns are going to heal in a few weeks anyways."

Flame groaned. He guided Umber over to the cafe, the scents of freshly cooked food already roaming freely through the air, untethered and unconstrained. Just by the faint smell from far away, he could already tell that today was pizza day, mixed with a few chicken burritos and eggs for breakfast. I wonder how they've been doing without me?

Of course, Umber probably already knew exactly what was on the menu the moment they got close to the Healing Center.

And before he even knew it, they were already sitting down at one of the many tables. Most of them were bustling with different dragons, but the one they were sitting at only had a few who were already distracted by each other on the opposite side.

Flame had gotten some of the over-easy eggs and toast with butter, while Umber had gotten six or seven slices of pizza, with a burrito as a side. He could only imagine eating like that without getting fat, but MudWings were just different he guessed.

Umber took his first bite of his pizza. "How is it?" Flame asked.

"Meh. Cheese is dry, bread is too crunchy." Even then though, he knew he'd probably gobble it all down in the next twenty minutes. Nothing could stop a MudWing from enjoying their meal, no matter how bad the food was.

"Well, It'll be a lot better once I start working again."

He took a quick glance around, reminded of how he was supposed to be the main cook. He was looking for a certain grouchy SandWing who always had a stick up his nose, but didn't see him anywhere. Thank the moons.

He definitely wasn't ready to go back to work yet; Umber still needed to be looked after so he could make sure nothing happened.

They silently ate their food for the next few minutes. Flame had easily finished his food first, only taking a few bites before the couple of ostrich eggs were all gone, and most of the toast as he'd made a sandwich out of them.

It got to a point where he started feeling bored, and decided to start talking instead of watching him chow down on his unhealthy amount of food. "The weather's nice today, isn't it?" Flame tried casually.

"Flame, it's pouring rain outside right now. What are you talking about?"

"Whaaaaat?" he said sarcastically. Umber took another bite of his food.

"Stop being silly," he laughed.

"What do you mean? Seriously, I had no idea!"

"It started pouring the moment we got here. You literally said 'The rain's really picked up' the moment we stepped inside!"

"See, now you're just putting words in my mouth. I think we might need to get you checked for dementia."

"Dementia's not-..." but he gave up, tired of Flame's shenanigans already. "I-I…whatever."

And for the next fifteen minutes, they talked and made jokes and laughed. It almost made him forget about the reason they were there in the first place. That was the Umber he wanted, and he wanted him to stay like that instead of dreaming about Crane every night.

He wasn't too sure he was still having those dreams though. There were no times where he'd wake up in the middle of the night, panting heavily, or say her name in his sleep, or even cry in his sleep like he'd seen a few times when they'd first got home.

Thinking about it only made him more determined to get him the help he needed from his healer. He wouldn't tell him much, and he didn't want him thinking about it when he didn't need to, either.

He wasn't a healer himself, but he knew thinking about the exact thing you've been trying to avoid thinking about for years probably isn't a good thing.

So now his objective wasn't just small talk to help ease his boredom. Instead, it was now to distract him as much as possible here. Which included taking him wherever he wanted to go, and doing whatever he wanted. It wasn't a permanent fix but was merely definitely a bandage on the wound to help it while it healed.

As they talked and laughed, they got a few stares from the other dragons around. Maybe it was his bandages? Or were they just jealous they were in love? Regardless, Umber was almost done with his meal anyways and frankly, he was getting tired of listening to hundreds of different dragons speak at the same time.

"Do you remember that time when you thought it'd be a good idea to make toast in oil without any practice?" Flame laughed. "How crispy was it when it was black?"

"I didn't do that bad for my first time to be fair. I just…needed some practice." He slid his stack of paper plates that once many pounds of food to the side. Enough pounds to make any dragon that isn't a MudWing gain twice their weight.

"So much practice that you never tried again and had me make it instead?"

"Hey, I had to watch and learn!" he joked. "I can't just freeball it like you and get it right every time." He could only imagine if Umber knew how to cook like him. Every day, he'd probably spend hours in the kitchen making nothing but the best dishes he could, before gobbling them down in an instant and starting over again.

"Mhmmm," Flame hummed accusingly. "Anyways, since we're on the topic of learning, do you want to go read instead of sitting here? All the talking dragons are starting to give me a headache."

Umber shot him a confused stare. "How would we read? We don't have your graphicolls."

"There's a library here?" He said it in a tone that intentionally tried to make him think it was obvious. "We lived here for over a year and you didn't know there was a library?"

"Well, why would I ever go to one? I certainly couldn't read when I first got here, and you were my main supplier of graphicolls anyways, soooooo."

"I mean, still. You've gotta know there's a library, c'mon Umber," he said, fakely disappointed. He stood up from his seat, and Umber stood up with him. "Alright, let's go. Maybe you'll find something other than a graphicoll to read. Maybe an actual scroll for a change?"

"Uhm, no thanks. Graphicolls are infinitely better than scrolls. Sora had me read one once, and it was painfully boring! Like, how am I supposed to know what's happening when I can't see it?"

Flame chuckled. "That's my Umber."

They walked through the twisting halls of the Healing Center, before making their way into the library. It was a big open room with what seemed like hundreds of scrollshelves all filled up with scrolls marked with ink.

It took them a while to pick out the perfect graphicoll — as they didn't have many at all, not even the series they were reading — but they finally found one. He'd seen it in stores a few times and it was one of the only ones he hadn't read. It seemed a bit boring and not to his taste.

But he'd rather read something boring than reread something he'd probably already read five times before, so it'd have to do just for that day. Tomorrow we'll be getting the rest anyways, he thought.

They took the scroll up to the front desk and checked it out. The librarian had them give their ID and names before checking out, which Flame had to quickly run to the front desk to ask Jet for.

"Five eight nine three two six," she said, bored, as she jotted down writing on a piece of paper. It was as if she had already known Flame was going to ask for it and memorized it in advance so she could do her work instead.

And once he got back, Umber and the librarian were standing there awkwardly holding the scroll in his talons. He quickly gave her the number though, shooting her a snarl as she took a subtle glance at Umber's bandages.

'Alright, Umber, let's go." His words sounded final and he shot a glare at the librarian as he left. She looked a little unassuming like she didn't even care. Once they were out through the door he turned to Umber. "What a fucking bitch," he muttered.

"Flame!" Umber scolded as they walked. "She wasn't even staring at me! Besides, if she was she was probably just curious anyways."

"Except for the fact that it's none of her damn business." He could already feel the anger pulsing through him. Just the thought that someone would stare at Umber made him want to set something on fire.

"Well, I'll just have to tell your healer to work on that with you then," he muttered.

"Work on what?" Flame demanded.

"You being overprotective! You're too dependent on me, and you get mad at anyone who looks at me the wrong way! I don't like it."

Overprotective? I know I need to work on being less dependent, but I'm not overprotective…am I? He didn't consider himself overprotective, he was just making sure he didn't get hurt, especially after surviving a fire! All he did was protect him from anyone who could hurt him, surely that wasn't too bad, right?

But maybe Umber had a point. All the times he'd remember reflecting on, contemplating if he had overreacted suddenly became a lot clearer what the answer was.

He paused. "...Alright, fine! Maybe I'm a tiny bit overprotective," he forcefully agreed. "I'll tell my healer about it." He began fidgeting with the scroll in his talons as they approached their new room.

He twisted the handle and walked through the door, into their room and closed it behind him. It was dark now, as the clouds had blocked out the sun. He lit one of the candles that was already set on the table and let the orange light flicker across the room.

The title of it read 'The Light Lost in the Dark', which became much more visible once he spread it across the table. From the little he's read from the scroll, it was about a SkyWing animus who is overcome by his power, and his soul slowly fades away. He had to find the last bit of light in him before it was too late, leaving Pyrrhia in ruins.

The scroll was never his favorite for obvious reasons. Before, he thought about how an animus of all dragons could possibly struggle with something like that; their soul was already gone the moment they were hatched. But after Stonemover and Turtle, he wasn't so sure that was true. Now the plot of the story seemed more realistic.

He looked for the beginning of the scroll and tapped his talons against the thin paper, stained with ink from someone's claws. He wondered how long it took them to write so many copies with little to no imperfections. It had to take a long time, right? Questions like 'How sore were their claws when they finished?' and 'Do they have multiple dragons working on it?' and 'Maybe they just have one big machine that does it for them.'

But those thoughts were cut off when Umber started reading, his voice stuttering and hesitant after every word.

Just like how he used to be, before this whole mess. I wish we could just go back to the day of that party and wake him up before he was reminded of Crane… But it'd come back at some point though, right? So maybe it's better that we deal with it now instead of later. There's no point though, what's done is done. Now all I have to worry about is getting him the help he needs.

He forcefully pulled himself away from those thoughts as Umber's soft voice reading cut through all of his worries, winding and weaving like a snake through the forest floor. He snapped himself out of the strange trance of thought he was in and started focusing on him more.

Their life was far from perfect, but like in all the graphicolls he's read, love beats all. At least, he hoped so.


The sun shone against his brown scales as he walked. He could see that Flame was obviously contemplating putting his wing around him, ignoring what he wanted. Honestly, he didn't care what other dragons thought about him. If they ever asked, he would round it up to curiosity.

Whereas Flame would probably threaten to set them on fire for even approaching them. His view on everything is so negative when it comes to protecting me, he thought.

One foot in front of the other as he shuffled through the grass. The front of the Healing Center was peaceful, despite what the place was primarily meant for. He caught a glimpse of other dragons staring at him a few times, but that was to be expected.

Like, you can't not expect some dragons to at least be curious, right? It's second nature to be curious about something, hence the phrase 'Curiosity killed the dragon.'

But as they slowly approached where they were headed, he felt his legs begin to get tired — the walk there had really taken a lot out of him, and he wasn't sure how much longer he'd be able to walk that day.

Finally, though, he saw it ahead as they got past a few leaves.

It was beautiful, just like he remembered the first time they'd been there. It was his favorite spot in all of the Healing Center. It had everything he needed, from tea leaves, to flowers, to the perfect place to relax.

He often thought of the garden as the staple of the whole Healing Center — what every dragon wishes they had in their backyard; what they wished they had in their backyard instead of an empty hill that led to a river.

He often liked to imagine it was in their backyard, with the river cutting directly through it. Obviously, it would be hard work to maintain, especially with the size the garden would be, but it never hurt to dream. It would be amazing to harvest fresh tea like I could before, he thought. Like I can now.

He stepped onto the perfect bricks of the path in the garden. Something he almost immediately noticed was that there was a melody playing somewhere around. It was faint, but he could definitely hear it. And as he went deeper, it only got louder.

It sounded like the strings of a banjo? No, maybe a harp? But who would bring a harp into a garden? He wasn't the best when it came to instruments, he only knew that they had strings and made music.

They found their way near the center of the garden though, his favorite spot — at least from what he remembered.

It was still as beautiful as he remembered, with flowers of all different colors growing everywhere. Violent, purple, blue, orange, red, and even a few bright green ones. But something else that was beautiful nearby, was the mutter of a SandWing as they sang along to their tune quietly.

He didn't look exactly like a SandWing though; he had membrane behind his ears, just like a RainWing. A hybrid? Umber thought.

He had his eyes closed so he didn't see them as Umber leaned over to look at the flowers. But when he did open his eyes — probably hearing the shuffling of leaves — he immediately halted after glancing at them for less than a second.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't see you there," he apologized. A bit of embarrassment trickled down his face, obviously not expecting for anyone to come by. He was definitely a bit startled when he recognized his bandages.

"It's fine. You can keep going if you want, we don't mind," Umber nodded, glancing at Flame.

Yeah…" There was an awkward silence for a few moments. Just when Umber turned his head away to look at the flowers again, he spoke up. "I'm Manticore by the way. Are you new here? I haven't seen you around."

"Kind of? We just got here today, but we were here when it first opened."

"Oh, so you're both veterans then?" he nodded at Flame. "What are you here for this time? Does it have to do with your bandages?" Flame growled, but Umber stepped on his tail which immediately shut him up under his weight. "Sorry, bad question."

"It's a long story," Umber explained. "A very long story."

"Oh, well I hope you recover okay. Y'know, with no complications or anything."

"Don't worry about that, I'll be fine. It'll probably heal fully in a few weeks."

"A few weeks? For that?" He pointed at his bandages. "Are you sure we're talking about the same injury here?"

Umber laughed. "Once again, long story."

"Ah, I see. Anyways, I'll let you both go and get back to playing, I need the practice anyways."

"Alright," Umber said, turning to Flame. "Oh! Do you want to see if we can find tea leaves? Last time, they were everywhere around here!"

Flame grumbled. "Sure." They started walking away, and the only thought on his mind was about what kind of tea he'd make. I could make some simple chamomile, or I could make a mixture between whatever I can find? I could make my chamomile-ginger tea, there's probably ginger in the kitchen- "Asshole," Flame muttered once they were out of earshot of Manticore.

"Flame!" Umber shouted with more ferocity in his voice than last time. He was starting to get angry with him now; it seemed like every dragon they met became his enemy the moment they laid eyes on him. "He was nice, stop that!"

"Umber-" he started, but was cut off by Manticore. Umber had forgotten to watch his volume to make sure he couldn't hear, especially with Flame getting on his nerves.

"Sorry," Manticore interrupted, not hearing Flame start. "I don't go by 'he' actually, I forgot to say, my fault."

Flame turned to him, a confused look spread across his face, but he could tell anger still resonated with him. "You don't go by he?" he said confusedly. "But you're a guy, right? Am I missing something?" he muttered to Umber.

"No, no. I am male biologically, I just don't go by that — I think it's a little pointless honestly. Apparently, it's called being nonbinary or something? I only heard about it recently. It's where you don't identify as male or female, but are somewhere in between."

Huh? Umber thought. That's a little weird, I've never seen that before. Maybe it's like a me and Flame situation, where it's like he — they're one of the only dragons like that?

"Oh, sorry," Umber apologized.

"You're fine, I should've said something before," Manticore said. "Anyways, I should really get to practicing now, so I guess I'll see ya around."

Umber and they exchanged a nod, and he went on his way. It was nice to know that they weren't the only "unordinary" dragons other than Sora and Jet in Pyrrhia; there were other dragons who were different, just like them.

He immediately flickered back to the thought of what type of tea he wanted to make when a sudden idea popped into his head. What if I have Flame pick out the leaves? It was probably a bad idea, and the tea would maybe even taste worse, But who knows, maybe he'd make a concoction that even surprised him.

Probably not, he thought. But it's definitely worth a try.


Author's notes: Thank you MegidoTheDragon for your OC, Manticore. If you didn't notice, he's also the one who made the background for the cover, and I'm still extremely appreciative of that! I'm not experienced when it comes to writing a nonbinary character, so it was a learning process as I'm not transgender myself. If I got anything wrong, I apologize as I still have a lot to learn when it comes to people (or dragons, in this case) who are transgender or nonbinary.

But aside from that, I've changed the upload schedule from Saturday to Sunday since school just started up, and managing school and writing is a bit challenging. So getting Monday off for my writing is pretty much a necessity right now. Lastly, I might take next week off depending on how this week goes, so don't 100% expect an upload this Sunday! I usually find myself falling asleep when I get home since school takes so much out of me.