Apathy.

Leaving her shop for her afternoon break, Adri took the low road home for once, feeling like the longer walk would do her good. She heard all manner of things, as usual. Her magic wasn’t all that discriminating in what it brought to her attention on the breezes. She shook her head a bit, and pondered as she walked. So many snippets of things she would once have been passionate about, and trying to intervene. Somewhere along the way, she’d changed. She wasn’t so sure she missed it, even. Being pulled in too many directions at once, her heart going every which way to every problem – no. She wasn’t sure whether she’d simply used up her lifetime quota of caring already at 21, or whether she was smarter now, but that was not how she was any more. Now, if it didn’t impact directly on her life, she couldn’t manage to care. Some ghost of her old ways tried to gibber for her attention, to tell her this was wrong of her. She didn’t care about that, either.