She just ... stood there. How? ..... Why? .... She found herself asking, seeming to be in a state of shock, everything seemed like it was going in slow motion. The chocobos charging from different directions towards the group and the bandits, Draevyn charging off with his spear, calling out a battle cry as he reached the fray. The Miqo'te males were nowhere to be seen ... she wasn't even sure the last time she had saw them, it was only now she noticed them missing.
The tree behind her roared in flames, but it wouldn't last ... not with the rain picking up and soaking the land. Droplets of water fell from her ears and nose, her ivory hair matted to her forehead and cheeks, her navy blue clothing clung to her lithe frame, making her feel heavy and uncomfortable.
A sudden roaring of thunder as the rain picked up, brought her back to the here and now. She shook her head, and looked around ... what was she to do? She dared not return to the group and become a hostage ... but there must be some way she could help. Could she return to Black Brush station and rally the guards? Should she chase after the chocobos? Perhaps she could try and get Lorielle to back away from the danger .... let the men handle everything ... but somehow she didn't think Lorielle was the type to flee.
Kieaira's ears wilted, a look of desperation crossed her features, as she fell down into the mud in defeat. Why am I not stronger? Why have I not studied a craft? Why am I so helpless? I can't even help my friends... all I can do is stay out of the way ... all I am is a burden ... Protect poor Kieaira ... Keep poor Kieaira safe... She closed her icy blue eyes, tears rolled down her cheeks, mixing with the droplets of rain, a feeling of hopeless was closing in.
The tree behind her roared in flames, but it wouldn't last ... not with the rain picking up and soaking the land. Droplets of water fell from her ears and nose, her ivory hair matted to her forehead and cheeks, her navy blue clothing clung to her lithe frame, making her feel heavy and uncomfortable.
A sudden roaring of thunder as the rain picked up, brought her back to the here and now. She shook her head, and looked around ... what was she to do? She dared not return to the group and become a hostage ... but there must be some way she could help. Could she return to Black Brush station and rally the guards? Should she chase after the chocobos? Perhaps she could try and get Lorielle to back away from the danger .... let the men handle everything ... but somehow she didn't think Lorielle was the type to flee.
Kieaira's ears wilted, a look of desperation crossed her features, as she fell down into the mud in defeat. Why am I not stronger? Why have I not studied a craft? Why am I so helpless? I can't even help my friends... all I can do is stay out of the way ... all I am is a burden ... Protect poor Kieaira ... Keep poor Kieaira safe... She closed her icy blue eyes, tears rolled down her cheeks, mixing with the droplets of rain, a feeling of hopeless was closing in.
