Post by kaleb on Mar 19, 2021 1:32:19 GMT
(Sorry if my intros are longer than expected.)
It was morning, and an elven mage has found herself woken up by some of the healers. Natives. The natives of the green valley have provided Flara shelter. She seemed to have been in good condition. No injuries, no concussion, not even a single wound. One of the healers started speaking to her, simultaneously telling the healers as well. He spoke in a relatively softer voice. "Miss! She's awake! Are you okay?"
Flara's eyes blinked, trying to make out her surroundings with her mint-green eyes. She's found herself in a refugee camp with a few other people, but as far as she knows, she's the only one she knows. There was no one she could rely on. No friends. No allies. No familiar faces. This made Flara struggle to trust her surroundings, but quickly inquired. "Where... wh-where am I? Who-who are you?"
The native nods his head at her. "I'm one of the healers. Talvon. A pleasure."
Flara cautiously looked at him, slowly rising. She then looked around again for her friends. "Mm-- wh-wh-where are my friends? Sertha!? Dreya!? Th-they're taken... they're... gone." She was on the verge of tears.
As calmly as he can, he motioned Flara to calm down using his hands to push the air down to the ground. "Please, calm down miss. You've been experiencing hallucinations. Rest well. Surely, you'll recover by the evening."
But Flara tries to dismiss the thought. She thinks her friends are in danger! She blurts out. "No! I... I can't! I must find my friends!" Very swiftly, she dashed out. Some of the natives tried to catch her. Flara was a very fast runner, and hard to catch despite her height. None of the natives continued to chase her down. However, Flara didn't get very far either. She was seven miles on the road. The sun was baking Flara, as well as the brown grass. She felt helpless, and stopped at a small pond by the road to drink its water, then... broke down in tears. She felt like she had nowhere else to go.
It was morning, and an elven mage has found herself woken up by some of the healers. Natives. The natives of the green valley have provided Flara shelter. She seemed to have been in good condition. No injuries, no concussion, not even a single wound. One of the healers started speaking to her, simultaneously telling the healers as well. He spoke in a relatively softer voice. "Miss! She's awake! Are you okay?"
Flara's eyes blinked, trying to make out her surroundings with her mint-green eyes. She's found herself in a refugee camp with a few other people, but as far as she knows, she's the only one she knows. There was no one she could rely on. No friends. No allies. No familiar faces. This made Flara struggle to trust her surroundings, but quickly inquired. "Where... wh-where am I? Who-who are you?"
The native nods his head at her. "I'm one of the healers. Talvon. A pleasure."
Flara cautiously looked at him, slowly rising. She then looked around again for her friends. "Mm-- wh-wh-where are my friends? Sertha!? Dreya!? Th-they're taken... they're... gone." She was on the verge of tears.
As calmly as he can, he motioned Flara to calm down using his hands to push the air down to the ground. "Please, calm down miss. You've been experiencing hallucinations. Rest well. Surely, you'll recover by the evening."
But Flara tries to dismiss the thought. She thinks her friends are in danger! She blurts out. "No! I... I can't! I must find my friends!" Very swiftly, she dashed out. Some of the natives tried to catch her. Flara was a very fast runner, and hard to catch despite her height. None of the natives continued to chase her down. However, Flara didn't get very far either. She was seven miles on the road. The sun was baking Flara, as well as the brown grass. She felt helpless, and stopped at a small pond by the road to drink its water, then... broke down in tears. She felt like she had nowhere else to go.