When Tala woke in an unfamiliar room, surrounded by warmth not her own, she surprisingly did not panic, and did not struggle. Instead, she only sighed in resignation. Her memories of the day before were a bit disjointed and vague in places, but she distinctly remembered a few key points.
Tala remembered spending most of the day wandering the fields in Summerford, helping the pirate-turned-farmers with their crops, learning more about tending to the green, growing things of the earth. She remembered returning to Limsa Lominsa, seeking a bit of food and maybe a little quiet reflection.
She remembered bumping into Loxus, and speaking with the young Miqo’te, sharing a light meal and friendly conversation. Conversation that turned more serious after a time. She remembered admitting the exhaustion, and the sleepless nights. But when Loxus started suggesting ways to combat the inability to sleep, something happened. Something new.
What, exactly, she couldn’t completely remember.
There were blank spaces in her memory. Loxus had told her she had, at least twice, become panicked, muttering gibberish, oblivious to her surroundings, until jolted back to herself. She remembered sitting with Loxus inside the Drowning Wench, then… they were outside, sitting with Sierra. She didn’t remember shouting, or ranting. She only had only dim, vague feelings of fading out, almost as if she had fallen asleep for those moments.
She did remember, however, basically falling asleep on Loxus. And being carried to the inn -- to this room, in fact. And mumbling some joking reference to a harem, and how she wasn’t interested. Then nothing. Just blissful, peaceful silence. Until now.
She also remembered promising to talk to Solya about everything. Something she’d neglected to do. Again. She winced slightly, anticipating a scolding, which she probably deserved. Twelve knew she’d been scolded by M’yr enough times about it -- at least, until very recently.
After the talk with Master E-Sumi-Yan, M’yr had seemed distracted. Maybe even avoiding her. Tala knew that there was something her sister and the guildmaster were not sharing. She also knew that M’yr had been discussing things with Kori, their eldest sister, and that they were not in agreement about something. Something that she strongly suspected had to do with her current troubles.
But they weren’t talking to her about it.
For all that she was used to being treated as the “baby†of the family, it still irked her sometimes. But then, deep down, she also knew that when she was ill, she wasn’t the most rational person. Even so, it irked her.
Suddenly, the arms around her seem constricting. Confining. She fought down a surge of irrational panic, concentrating on her breathing. Slowly, carefully, she untangled herself, and moved off the bed, making for the safety of the door. She needed air. Needed to feel the wind in her hair, the sun on her face, to know that she was … she was …
“...’M not okay,†Tala muttered quietly to herself, as the door closed behind her.
If anyone saw her stumble out, or heard her, she didn’t know.
Tala remembered spending most of the day wandering the fields in Summerford, helping the pirate-turned-farmers with their crops, learning more about tending to the green, growing things of the earth. She remembered returning to Limsa Lominsa, seeking a bit of food and maybe a little quiet reflection.
She remembered bumping into Loxus, and speaking with the young Miqo’te, sharing a light meal and friendly conversation. Conversation that turned more serious after a time. She remembered admitting the exhaustion, and the sleepless nights. But when Loxus started suggesting ways to combat the inability to sleep, something happened. Something new.
What, exactly, she couldn’t completely remember.
There were blank spaces in her memory. Loxus had told her she had, at least twice, become panicked, muttering gibberish, oblivious to her surroundings, until jolted back to herself. She remembered sitting with Loxus inside the Drowning Wench, then… they were outside, sitting with Sierra. She didn’t remember shouting, or ranting. She only had only dim, vague feelings of fading out, almost as if she had fallen asleep for those moments.
She did remember, however, basically falling asleep on Loxus. And being carried to the inn -- to this room, in fact. And mumbling some joking reference to a harem, and how she wasn’t interested. Then nothing. Just blissful, peaceful silence. Until now.
She also remembered promising to talk to Solya about everything. Something she’d neglected to do. Again. She winced slightly, anticipating a scolding, which she probably deserved. Twelve knew she’d been scolded by M’yr enough times about it -- at least, until very recently.
After the talk with Master E-Sumi-Yan, M’yr had seemed distracted. Maybe even avoiding her. Tala knew that there was something her sister and the guildmaster were not sharing. She also knew that M’yr had been discussing things with Kori, their eldest sister, and that they were not in agreement about something. Something that she strongly suspected had to do with her current troubles.
But they weren’t talking to her about it.
For all that she was used to being treated as the “baby†of the family, it still irked her sometimes. But then, deep down, she also knew that when she was ill, she wasn’t the most rational person. Even so, it irked her.
Suddenly, the arms around her seem constricting. Confining. She fought down a surge of irrational panic, concentrating on her breathing. Slowly, carefully, she untangled herself, and moved off the bed, making for the safety of the door. She needed air. Needed to feel the wind in her hair, the sun on her face, to know that she was … she was …
“...’M not okay,†Tala muttered quietly to herself, as the door closed behind her.
If anyone saw her stumble out, or heard her, she didn’t know.
