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FotD 3/26/09 - Propinquity
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Timeframe : 1260's
“You again,” said Lyssa. From her position on her knees in the grass, she gave the thick doors that loomed before her a contemptuous glare.
“I assure you,” she said, a hand pressed to her bleeding side, “I am not dying.”
The doors returned only silence.
“I don’t need your help.” She thrust the other to the ground, and, with an agonized groan, forced herself to her feet.
The world swam before her. She swore she had turned around. It could have been the pain, but the doors still stood before her.
“Maybe,” she swayed dangerously, “maybe just a little rest.” Tipping forward, Lyssa pressed a palm to the wood.
Main Entry
Timeframe : 1260's
“You again,” said Lyssa. From her position on her knees in the grass, she gave the thick doors that loomed before her a contemptuous glare.
“I assure you,” she said, a hand pressed to her bleeding side, “I am not dying.”
The doors returned only silence.
“I don’t need your help.” She thrust the other to the ground, and, with an agonized groan, forced herself to her feet.
The world swam before her. She swore she had turned around. It could have been the pain, but the doors still stood before her.
“Maybe,” she swayed dangerously, “maybe just a little rest.” Tipping forward, Lyssa pressed a palm to the wood.