[In the earliest days, Wanda moves around as if she's always been here, because to her recollection, this is where she was born and raised. She offers brief smiles to those that pass her, maybe the occasional tilt of her head if something seems different, but she seems mostly content to meander about on days when she's not needed to mind children. Vaguely spooky lighthouse? Home sweet home, and she's only mildly suspicious of people coming to check it out.
Everything is fine until the headaches come. Little bursts of pain, here and there. Easily written off. A growing sense of things amiss. It's not until a handful of days in that her vision grays out with the throbbing of her temples, and she nearly falls with the sudden wave of pain.]
Sorry. [She's making a scene or being grabbed by someone meaning to help or accidentally grabbing someone herself--] I'm okay.
the drifting
Everything is fine until the headaches come. Little bursts of pain, here and there. Easily written off. A growing sense of things amiss. It's not until a handful of days in that her vision grays out with the throbbing of her temples, and she nearly falls with the sudden wave of pain.]
Sorry. [She's making a scene or being grabbed by someone meaning to help or accidentally grabbing someone herself--] I'm okay.