Soldiers rushing past her have shoved Imonada aside, some accidentally kicking or pushing her; one in particular practically slams heavily into her shoulder and a hot pain instantly blossoms along her side. She stumbles in the sand, dancing awkwardly to catch her footing, a spray of the fine dust from each hoof as it desperately seeks purchase in the yielding turf. That detached, hypnotized state of hers vanishes like smoke in a windstorm; awakened, adrenaline pumps into her veins and burns her blood, sharpening her senses to a vivid acuteness. Bearings returned, she surveys the battle ground once more; at once both overwhelmed and yet all seeing, cataloging, everything for a mind primed for emergency. |
* Mentions:
@Erthë
@Evaneska
@Nuray
* Has not met Rikyn at this point yet
* Trying to gather the wounded to a better area
Woonded = Wounded
Gie = Get
Gonnae = Going
Onie = Any
red: let me put your mind at ease; i'm never telling you everything.
--blacklist
force allowed
plotting prior to death/maiming please
line art by jennyleigh