((Going to ponder some of the finer implications of having a chunk of memories converted, hehe. For tonight I'll make a small post and follow up with a bigger one on my lunch break tomorrow! Feel free to fill in the time I'nhalki is unconscious or skip ahead to where I've had her wake up.))
I'nhalki collapses along with the mage, a screeching pain in her head now accompanying the mounting ache of her ribs. Her thoughts are jumbled but sharply drawn. Unfamiliar images surge through her mind, but she recognizes the horrible feeling of water filling up her lungs.Â
Then, suddenly, the barrage stops. She faintly feels her body on the wet ground, but the rain has slowed to calm patter. Warmth surrounds her as she drifts in to the deep sleep of utter exhaustion.Â
Her makeshift tomahawk can still be seen wedged in to the road-strewn wheel. It seems to be fairly sturdy for a weapon obviously crafted by an amateur. The axe head is tied to a piece of strong driftwood with what looks like a very strong variety of beast sinew. It appears sufficiently sturdy to hitch together something even as large as a cart wheel.
Bells later, her eyes creak open to gentle sunlight overhead. The rain has, at least temporarily, abated. She looks out from under a massive overcoat that has mysteriously wrapped its way around her. She then sniffs the air.
No thoughts enter her beleaguered mind save one:
Fish!
I'nhalki collapses along with the mage, a screeching pain in her head now accompanying the mounting ache of her ribs. Her thoughts are jumbled but sharply drawn. Unfamiliar images surge through her mind, but she recognizes the horrible feeling of water filling up her lungs.Â
Then, suddenly, the barrage stops. She faintly feels her body on the wet ground, but the rain has slowed to calm patter. Warmth surrounds her as she drifts in to the deep sleep of utter exhaustion.Â
Her makeshift tomahawk can still be seen wedged in to the road-strewn wheel. It seems to be fairly sturdy for a weapon obviously crafted by an amateur. The axe head is tied to a piece of strong driftwood with what looks like a very strong variety of beast sinew. It appears sufficiently sturdy to hitch together something even as large as a cart wheel.
Bells later, her eyes creak open to gentle sunlight overhead. The rain has, at least temporarily, abated. She looks out from under a massive overcoat that has mysteriously wrapped its way around her. She then sniffs the air.
No thoughts enter her beleaguered mind save one:
Fish!
