*After the thread "Something to Fear"
She woke with a sharp cry and was dripping sweat. Alara was out and hadn't been privy to Melodia's nightmare. It had been on repeat in the suns since she'd been taken. The sight of the Lalafell dying before her. Over and over. Those final words would haunt her to the end of her days. The wounds on her back were healing but would leave scars. She didn't mind. She wanted them.
To remind her of the cost of her failure to stay engaged.
She winced as she sat up and threw the blankets off. Walking to the shower she washed, knowing the hot water would burn the lash marks but caring very little at the pain, as she'd more than earned it. In her self-imagined quest for sex she'd forgotten that she was tied to a past that was dangerous and that she had people she cared for now. As the sun came up over the horizon in the Mist housing district she dressed conservatively, shunning the short skirt for a set of trousers and the hempen top for a bliaud. slipped her boots on and before she headed to the door she pulled her axe from it's corner in the house. It had gotten a tad dusty and she wiped it clean before she strapped it to her back and headed out.
Limsa was her destination.
And before the sun set, she planned on getting her Yellowjacket uniform back.
She woke with a sharp cry and was dripping sweat. Alara was out and hadn't been privy to Melodia's nightmare. It had been on repeat in the suns since she'd been taken. The sight of the Lalafell dying before her. Over and over. Those final words would haunt her to the end of her days. The wounds on her back were healing but would leave scars. She didn't mind. She wanted them.
To remind her of the cost of her failure to stay engaged.
She winced as she sat up and threw the blankets off. Walking to the shower she washed, knowing the hot water would burn the lash marks but caring very little at the pain, as she'd more than earned it. In her self-imagined quest for sex she'd forgotten that she was tied to a past that was dangerous and that she had people she cared for now. As the sun came up over the horizon in the Mist housing district she dressed conservatively, shunning the short skirt for a set of trousers and the hempen top for a bliaud. slipped her boots on and before she headed to the door she pulled her axe from it's corner in the house. It had gotten a tad dusty and she wiped it clean before she strapped it to her back and headed out.
Limsa was her destination.
And before the sun set, she planned on getting her Yellowjacket uniform back.
