Finding the Right One [ OPEN]

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To be honest Rhiannon was having a mild anxiety attack. This was not the kind of thing she did, but for Art and for Josh this was something she felt she had to do. Didn't make it any easier. She loved logic, to think things through and figure out a good solution. Anxiety attacks where not logic. Trying to rationalize with it was completely useless, and she ended up standing in a shadowed area away from prying eyes. Her heart thumping loudly in her chest as she pressed down on it trying to get it to stop beating so heard. Repeatedly she licked her lips, swallowed the dryness of her throat. Sunk a little bit to the ground so not one could find her in her current state of mind. Weakness was not something you showed other people. Not unless they were close to you. Then maybe, and only maybe, you could show all your weak moments.

Wiping away tears and deliberately controlling her breath she managed to wait it out. Managed to over come what she thought of as an over reaction to nothing but a doctors visit. Medical professionals where doctors and it didn't matter if it was mental or physical. She never thought much of mental breakdowns. Those where just for weak people, like seeking out advice from a psychiatrist was only for the crazy and the pathetic. Who had told her other wise? She couldn't exactly put a name on it, though she remembered some strange bubbly boy trying to talk to people about these things. Someone else who had come to her door about it, and causing her to go a little off skelter. She flipped a table. No bueno.

Poised as well as she could, head high and trying to attain something of a laid back look instead of the panic that still fluttered in the back of her mind. She calmed her heart forcefully, a lazy glance back and forth before crossing the street. First thing was first, and this was absolutely not her delaying walking into a psychiatrists office, she needed something to drink. Whatever place was near by, some kind of food and beverage place, she went there. Water was gross. It tasted gross, but she got some anyway. It was good for you, and gods know she needed to be hydrated as much as possible when having to go home to a baby, a Mercury kid, sometimes Mercury himself. At least Edmund was pretty easy to get along with, as long as he ate. Everyone in the house tried to get him to eat, most likely when Arthur got old enough he'd try and feed Ed too. The thought did bring a smile to her face, just before she grimaced at the cold water.

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Erich had found it hard to not worry about his sister Rhiannon. They wern't exactly on good terms, nor were they the best of friends. But despite that she seemed to hate him and he had a fairly mutual dislike for her and her crazy self, he didn't want her to feel like she was alone. Even though he knew that she wasn't, she had Arthur, Josh and that strange Edmund boy. Not to mention Mercury dropping by at all strange hours of the night. Or so he had heard. Even though she would never admit to him being her brother, and it's not like he would admit to having a traitor for a sister, but they shared blood. Though according to her that didn't mean much for anything. But he came bearing gifts for the little mischief maker that was his nephew. A few tokens of affection, some toys, a child could never have too many clothes or toys, but maybe his mother wouldn't like having to deal with so much crap. He had heard some mom's admitting that they wouldn't get certain things for their kids because they simply didn't want to deal with the clean up or aftermath.

But he had found his sister just there. Erich didn't quite know what to make of the position that she was in but she was simply there, grimacing at the water she had just gotten. He tilted his head as he spoke. "You know there are probably better things than water if you don't like the taste. I know there's a tea shop in town that sells blends that are to settle nerves or stomach, whatever's wrong with you." He said as he gauged the look on her face. She didn't look well at all. Whatever the problem was, he had this feeling that he at least wanted to try to fix it. He took the bag off of his shoulder and then placed it in front of his sister. "It's for Arthur. Some stuff, Toys, clothes, blankets, I felt like I owe my nephew some stuff. He's kindda cute and squishy." Erich said with a smile. "You don't look so hot though, look like you could use a vacation." Erich said as he shrugged his shoulders, eyeing his sister with a tilted head. He had heard that on occasion mom's just needed some time to themselves, maybe if he offered, his sister would go take some time to herself or her and Josh. But probably not. Some mom's were strange like that.

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Running her tongue over the back of her teeth a few times, the daughter of Trivia warmed them back up from the cold water. Why didn't other people have room temperature water? And why did they have to put ice in it? Probably should have asked for no ice like she usually did, but it's difficult to think when your head is pounding. Not necessarily from a headache, but the blood rushing through her veins. Forced by her heart that was still beating too hard for her liking. Her breathing was under control, and her heart beat wasn't hard and fast anymore. She supposed those where good things. As she drank from her glass, the slight sting of pain on her sensitive teeth was nothing compared to certain other things she'd endured. Didn't mean she liked it though. Avoiding pain was her general course of action. “Waters the best source to hydrate you, and I was on this side of town.” There was nothing she disliked about her brother. Not that she claimed any kind of relation to him, but she was starting to claim Trivia as family just a little bit. As a grandmother to Arthur at least. Erich was a decent uncle so far, and that fish brained girl was annoying but not bad people. She heard the girl put Felicity in the infirmary, which gave her a few points in Rhiannon's book. Points that don't matter anyway.

Swallowing the urge to say there's nothing wrong with me like a paranoid fool, she managed a “Thanks” as her brown eyes glanced over the bag. A pale hand shifted through it a little to see what was there, curiosity was forever her down fall. So maybe she hadn't been overly paranoid, her eyes darted left and right a couple times before staring back at her water. “I'm fine.” A classing Roman lie, as she took another drink of cool refreshing water, which made her grimace. Some burn scars adorned her collar bone, the summer months brought with them warmer clothing. Scars from a life time of rebellion showed, even more scars on her skin than a year ago. “Josh and I left Art with Ed for a couple days not too long ago. For Valentines day......which I guess was a few months ago......” Sure people would babysit Art, but generally Rhiannon used the time to clean up the house, or try and fix or replace some of the things she might have broken or stabbed in the night.