It started as a pressure, gentle for a moment on her chest before it began to build, a crushing, burning need to breathe, but all she could do was gasp. She looked up at Menphina's light, filtering through the meshwork of trees, heard the clashing of steel and shouts distantly, and tried to speak -- but instead, all she could do was spit up hot, sticky blood, dribbling down her chin. She clawed feebly at her ear, trying to trigger her linkpearl, to get anyone's attention, as she fell backwards to the ground, ice creeping up her limbs...
...and then she awoke, jerking straight up in her bed and eliciting an unintelligible murmur from the green-haired miqo'te lying next to her. L'yhta's eyes darted around the room -- door, soft light, freshly made beds, the ever-present pile of clothes at the foot of hers -- and took in the sounds. Water softly rushing, from the bath; the quiet hum of the Tower's ceiling fan downstairs; the peaceful breathing of the one sharing her bed. Her hand went to her forehead, coming away slick with cold sweat. With a sigh, she wiped it off on the sheet in which she was entangled and laid back against the pillow, staring at the ceiling as her heart raced. Her fingers dabbed at the spot beneath her breast where the spear cut its way through her -- smooth skin, as before, with nary a hint of a scar. She took a few deep breaths and closed her eyes, drifting back into sleep as her companion rolled over and wrapped an arm around her waist.
...and then she awoke, jerking straight up in her bed and eliciting an unintelligible murmur from the green-haired miqo'te lying next to her. L'yhta's eyes darted around the room -- door, soft light, freshly made beds, the ever-present pile of clothes at the foot of hers -- and took in the sounds. Water softly rushing, from the bath; the quiet hum of the Tower's ceiling fan downstairs; the peaceful breathing of the one sharing her bed. Her hand went to her forehead, coming away slick with cold sweat. With a sigh, she wiped it off on the sheet in which she was entangled and laid back against the pillow, staring at the ceiling as her heart raced. Her fingers dabbed at the spot beneath her breast where the spear cut its way through her -- smooth skin, as before, with nary a hint of a scar. She took a few deep breaths and closed her eyes, drifting back into sleep as her companion rolled over and wrapped an arm around her waist.
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((about me | about L'yhta Mahre | L'yhta's desk | about Mysterium, the Ivory Tower: a heavy RP society of mages))
