Chapter 1.2
Jul. 29th, 2018 10:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ivorelsfateThey hit the ground hard. On the plus side, she did NOT land on the baby. On the downside, she landed on her injured wings. She cried out in pain, and desperately tried to hide her wings, just in case someone was looking and for some bizarre reason elves were NOT winged, wherever she ended up. I hope Radal isn't panicking too much. It's not like it's the first time I've been dragged somewhere random... She was glad she wasn't trying to convince him. She'd have utterly failed.
She couldn't sit up, couldn't think, head swimming, left hand throbbing, fighting for consciousness. The air was crackling, and she could smell ozone. Russ, where is Russ, oh I'm holding him. ...I had to check? That's not good...what the fuck is all this shit...rocks and brimstone? My bedroom is so much better...
She was certainly inadequate to him, and his screaming and her cry had drawn attention. She heard someone's startled shout from what seemed a distance- "Sweet Maker, she has a baby" -and rapid footsteps.
She saw them blink and pause, taken aback and unsure what to make of a nearly unconscious mother and baby, and stared at them in desperation. "Please...I need...help. Too much blood....my son." I can hardly heal myself in this state, you assholes, DO SOMETHING...
The only reply was a cold stare, and swords pointed at her throat. Realization set in, and she tightened her arms around Russ, glaring in defiance while she tried to stop her own bleeding. Rough hands forced her to her feet, and quick ones caught Russ when she collapsed. I hate blood loss. Where the fuck did that rock come from...
She couldn't sit up, couldn't think, head swimming, left hand throbbing, fighting for consciousness. The air was crackling, and she could smell ozone. Russ, where is Russ, oh I'm holding him. ...I had to check? That's not good...what the fuck is all this shit...rocks and brimstone? My bedroom is so much better...
She was certainly inadequate to him, and his screaming and her cry had drawn attention. She heard someone's startled shout from what seemed a distance- "Sweet Maker, she has a baby" -and rapid footsteps.
She saw them blink and pause, taken aback and unsure what to make of a nearly unconscious mother and baby, and stared at them in desperation. "Please...I need...help. Too much blood....my son." I can hardly heal myself in this state, you assholes, DO SOMETHING...
The only reply was a cold stare, and swords pointed at her throat. Realization set in, and she tightened her arms around Russ, glaring in defiance while she tried to stop her own bleeding. Rough hands forced her to her feet, and quick ones caught Russ when she collapsed. I hate blood loss. Where the fuck did that rock come from...
