there were nightblooms in the east
Arha found herself staring at an unfamiliar ceiling for far too long with the rush of her Mothers-Within all but quiet in the dead of night. As much as she commanded herself to sleep, it would not come, and she rose, slipping from her bed and pulling on the pale blue nightgown and robe she had purchased not five hours prior. Half way down the steps of the tiny beach hut she had found for sleeping, she paused, weaved and sat down. In her mind, she saw the face of Sana, the Fremen child she had watched die during the Ohm invasion. She let out a breath and stood, letting her robe puddle behind her as she strode across the sand.
Her bare feet, long used to sand fell into the Fremen style, slip-sliding, random but sure in the moonlight with the alien sound of water crashing to shore ringing in her ears. The moon was full-bellied in the sky and cast pale, silvery light that touched seafoam and washed out the world. She should have been resting, but she walked. There were no true footprints to follow, but she did not go too far before she found herself flowing into the hybrid fighting style that was Jed-Eye and Bene Gesserit both. Sana's face welled up in her mind's eye, fiercely Fremen, and in response, her movements jerked.
Her crysknives were out and she moved quickly as the wave of enemies swarmed. She blurred and cut down many, kept moving, always moving to protect the child who fought as well. Little Sana was fierce with her blade. Arha didn't pause even when she felt the stab of something sharp rip into her.
She sliced its stabbing arm off and in her detached state, she realized she had been stabbed clean through her midsection. The small cry that came from her left jerked her head around. Sana's fingers and torso were bloodied, her crysknife still gripped in her hand. Arha pushed herself up, fighting the dizzying waves of pain and nausea to slash at another creature and found herself unable. She watched the dust motes swirl and felt the heat of the rock beneath her cheek.
And she stared, bearing witness to Sana's death.
This was what came of telling Kyle that she was fine. She was not. No one could be fine after such a thing. No one could be.
[OOC: Open, new tags mean new threads.]
Her bare feet, long used to sand fell into the Fremen style, slip-sliding, random but sure in the moonlight with the alien sound of water crashing to shore ringing in her ears. The moon was full-bellied in the sky and cast pale, silvery light that touched seafoam and washed out the world. She should have been resting, but she walked. There were no true footprints to follow, but she did not go too far before she found herself flowing into the hybrid fighting style that was Jed-Eye and Bene Gesserit both. Sana's face welled up in her mind's eye, fiercely Fremen, and in response, her movements jerked.
Her crysknives were out and she moved quickly as the wave of enemies swarmed. She blurred and cut down many, kept moving, always moving to protect the child who fought as well. Little Sana was fierce with her blade. Arha didn't pause even when she felt the stab of something sharp rip into her.
She sliced its stabbing arm off and in her detached state, she realized she had been stabbed clean through her midsection. The small cry that came from her left jerked her head around. Sana's fingers and torso were bloodied, her crysknife still gripped in her hand. Arha pushed herself up, fighting the dizzying waves of pain and nausea to slash at another creature and found herself unable. She watched the dust motes swirl and felt the heat of the rock beneath her cheek.
And she stared, bearing witness to Sana's death.
This was what came of telling Kyle that she was fine. She was not. No one could be fine after such a thing. No one could be.
[OOC: Open, new tags mean new threads.]