[ she'd meant to come straight here, but then she'd seen kha'li's wayward stores and she found herself unable to just set fire to the paintings they had. she had to break the glass herself, had to rip the canvas, and with still-bleeding hands mount cloudline as she raced to eastern thanalan.
perhaps he could feel her distraught state, but he jerked and weaved through monsters precariously, to the point where she wanted to yank on the reins but couldn't--not with shards of glass still in her little hands. she grimaces, wishing she'd remembered to put on her gloves after holding noraxia--the memory bubbled up in her mind and she tried to force stinging tears away.
he ended up bucking her straight onto the stairs of the church, and she cursed hoarsely at him, getting to her feet and wincing as she did so. every shard was lodging deeper into her skin. once she could sit down she'd change to conjurer and heal herself, but for the moment, she just hurried inside, pulling down her baby-blanket shawl and looking around--
spotting badra, with wide, red-rimmed eyes. ]
It's--it's you? Not the desert sun?
[ she stumbles, clad in dust and mud and blood dripping down from gauntlet-less hands, a pigtail undone. ]
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perhaps he could feel her distraught state, but he jerked and weaved through monsters precariously, to the point where she wanted to yank on the reins but couldn't--not with shards of glass still in her little hands. she grimaces, wishing she'd remembered to put on her gloves after holding noraxia--the memory bubbled up in her mind and she tried to force stinging tears away.
he ended up bucking her straight onto the stairs of the church, and she cursed hoarsely at him, getting to her feet and wincing as she did so. every shard was lodging deeper into her skin. once she could sit down she'd change to conjurer and heal herself, but for the moment, she just hurried inside, pulling down her baby-blanket shawl and looking around--
spotting badra, with wide, red-rimmed eyes. ]
It's--it's you? Not the desert sun?
[ she stumbles, clad in dust and mud and blood dripping down from gauntlet-less hands, a pigtail undone. ]