Cloudy. Again. The sky had yet to give way to rain or sunshine, and it had been this way for well over a week. It was…depressing, to say the least. Gythien struggled to keep on top of her studies, but it wasn’t easy, especially when the weather only made her feel worse than she already did. Unlike some that had come to Kamar-Taj, Gythien’s problems were all mental rather than physical. Her mind was constantly addled with a mixture of anxiety, depression and deep, dark thoughts that thus far, she kept to herself. Still, she knew that The Ancient One knew, and probably a few of the other more practiced residents of the mystical locale. Gyth sighed as she set her pen down and looked up at the ashen sky and sighed. Just like her therapists, the Ancient One suggested she write down the dark thoughts in order to give them a material form, which she could then physically push away. It worked somewhat, but not fully. With a small groan, she let her forehead hit the table.