9th Sending [Commentlog] Backdated 10/12
[Talia has been keeping herself busy with weapons training of late, practicing with both the blades she received from Kevas and her own throwing knives. She was talented enough with the weapons, but she was not one to let herself sit idly by and grow rusty in the slightest if she was capable of a bit of training.
She is out behind the stables, practicing with a temporary target setup she has there, when the first hint of something wrong touches the edge of her shields. It's distracting enough that she pauses mid-throw and looks back toward the barracks, tentatively lowering her shields.
What she receives in response is one of the most painful stabs to her empathic mind that she can recall in recent history. Instantly her shields are back in place, but the damage is done and her own head is throbbing openly in response.]
Havens ..
[She is off and moving before she has time to think, her soft booted feet falling lightly upon the ground. She hits the barracks at that same run, grabbing the corner of the doorway and allowing her own velocity to swing her quickly around. Her shields lower again, although this time she is ready for the agony as it hammers behind her eyes. It still hurts, but being prepared for it helps .. a little.
She reaches the third floor of the barracks in quick order, coming to a halt outside the door that holds the source of the painful outburst. She does what comes naturally and what comes with years of training, trying the door and hoping that just maybe it's already unlocked.
She has no idea whom is inside the room, or what has happened to cause the tremendous pain she is picking up from them, but she will do her best to see it right and to ease the pain in any way she can.]
Heyla .. my name is Talia .. I'm coming inside ..
[At the same time she tries the door, finding it thankfully open, she steps inside, uncertain of whom or what she'll find in the room ..]
She is out behind the stables, practicing with a temporary target setup she has there, when the first hint of something wrong touches the edge of her shields. It's distracting enough that she pauses mid-throw and looks back toward the barracks, tentatively lowering her shields.
What she receives in response is one of the most painful stabs to her empathic mind that she can recall in recent history. Instantly her shields are back in place, but the damage is done and her own head is throbbing openly in response.]
Havens ..
[She is off and moving before she has time to think, her soft booted feet falling lightly upon the ground. She hits the barracks at that same run, grabbing the corner of the doorway and allowing her own velocity to swing her quickly around. Her shields lower again, although this time she is ready for the agony as it hammers behind her eyes. It still hurts, but being prepared for it helps .. a little.
She reaches the third floor of the barracks in quick order, coming to a halt outside the door that holds the source of the painful outburst. She does what comes naturally and what comes with years of training, trying the door and hoping that just maybe it's already unlocked.
She has no idea whom is inside the room, or what has happened to cause the tremendous pain she is picking up from them, but she will do her best to see it right and to ease the pain in any way she can.]
Heyla .. my name is Talia .. I'm coming inside ..
[At the same time she tries the door, finding it thankfully open, she steps inside, uncertain of whom or what she'll find in the room ..]