Who Needs a Dream? Who Needs Ambition?

Sookie had never been the very intellectual type. Part of her was tempted to blame it on her disability, the fact that thoughts filtered in from almost everyone around her and got tangled like a mess of spaghetti in her mind, leaving her with very little energy or motivation to pick herself up and work through concepts like mitosis or Riemann sums. Deep down, however, she knew that the greater problem lay in the fact that she simply couldn't hold herself back from action, that what Sookie always needed was something to keep in her very hands. Books and vague notions were lovely, but never quite enough.

It was a beautiful way to explain off, at least, her typically rash actions and the almost blind hospitality that she was capable of extending to others. On the island, both of those things only seemed to help Sookie, she noted with a slightly self-satisfied smile, treading down the beaten tracks to the Compound with almost a skip in her step. The reemergence of the sun had done wonders for her mood, evident in the slightly darker tint of her skin against a sky blue sundress. She quickly entered the rec room, a large flower woven into her hair as she waved to Anatoly, carrying two glasses of juice and sliding one over as she sat down across from him.

"I hope I haven't kept you waitin' long? I got a little... distracted by the sun, earlier today," she laughed, expression slightly embarrassed.