[Nerdanel] A New Arrival
Who: Nerdanel
When: Late afternoon, July 3rd
Where: A crossroads at the edge of town
Invited: Everyone
Status: Open
The air had settled around her when she woke, strange and heavy, cooling the red splotches on her black-and-blue skin. The grasses nodded above her, and her eyes followed the movements, mesmerized by the simple beauty - but when a memory, unbidden, rose in her mind, of black hair and shining grey eyes, of a smile and the smell of an early-summer field of wheat, old mechanisms slipped into place. He must have lain there in the same position I am lying here now. An effort, almost physical in its exertion, pushed the thought to the back of her mind; a door closed, and the haunting picture of her husband as a youth disappeared. A sigh, half-sad and half-relieved, slipped from her lips. Again she contemplated the grass: Long and lush, curtaining her from unfriendly eyes. Nodding up and down, up and down, up and down and out of focus...
Nerdanel slept the deep sleep of healing.
A new dawn rose as she stirred again. Two days had passed since the attack (a shadow-body upon her own, strong like a bear, but with claws and teeth and tusks, and small pale eyes with too much malevolent intelligence to be entirely animal), maybe three, but in this world healing was slow, almost hesitant, and she was no longer as strong as long ago... but she could rise, shaking with the effort and teeth clenched against the waves of nausea washing through her. It was difficult to pinpoint any of the injuries, her whole body hurt... but she almost fell back, reeling and crying out, when she tested her legs. The right would not bear her weight, and a look down her tattered, bloodied dress revealed a fragment of bone that had pierced the skin not far above her ankle.
She would have to seek help from humans... find a town and seek a doctor, if there were any left alive. The way to the western coast was long still, and she would not want to delay while waiting to heal on her own.
Half a day later, with many pauses and many slow, hobbling steps, the elven woman entered Haven, coming from somewhere out of the fields, leaning on a straight branch like a staff. Bruised and dirty, her dress in bloody shreds in several places she was nonetheless holding herself up straight, and though her eyes were clouded as though with weariness, pain and grief, a strange light shone in them.
Standing near a crossroads, a makeshift bandage around her leg, Nerdanel waited.
When: Late afternoon, July 3rd
Where: A crossroads at the edge of town
Invited: Everyone
Status: Open
The air had settled around her when she woke, strange and heavy, cooling the red splotches on her black-and-blue skin. The grasses nodded above her, and her eyes followed the movements, mesmerized by the simple beauty - but when a memory, unbidden, rose in her mind, of black hair and shining grey eyes, of a smile and the smell of an early-summer field of wheat, old mechanisms slipped into place. He must have lain there in the same position I am lying here now. An effort, almost physical in its exertion, pushed the thought to the back of her mind; a door closed, and the haunting picture of her husband as a youth disappeared. A sigh, half-sad and half-relieved, slipped from her lips. Again she contemplated the grass: Long and lush, curtaining her from unfriendly eyes. Nodding up and down, up and down, up and down and out of focus...
Nerdanel slept the deep sleep of healing.
A new dawn rose as she stirred again. Two days had passed since the attack (a shadow-body upon her own, strong like a bear, but with claws and teeth and tusks, and small pale eyes with too much malevolent intelligence to be entirely animal), maybe three, but in this world healing was slow, almost hesitant, and she was no longer as strong as long ago... but she could rise, shaking with the effort and teeth clenched against the waves of nausea washing through her. It was difficult to pinpoint any of the injuries, her whole body hurt... but she almost fell back, reeling and crying out, when she tested her legs. The right would not bear her weight, and a look down her tattered, bloodied dress revealed a fragment of bone that had pierced the skin not far above her ankle.
She would have to seek help from humans... find a town and seek a doctor, if there were any left alive. The way to the western coast was long still, and she would not want to delay while waiting to heal on her own.
Half a day later, with many pauses and many slow, hobbling steps, the elven woman entered Haven, coming from somewhere out of the fields, leaning on a straight branch like a staff. Bruised and dirty, her dress in bloody shreds in several places she was nonetheless holding herself up straight, and though her eyes were clouded as though with weariness, pain and grief, a strange light shone in them.
Standing near a crossroads, a makeshift bandage around her leg, Nerdanel waited.