Aftershocks
Walking back to her storage spot in the Nexus takes far, far too long. The only thing that makes the trip bearable is that she can think over where she made mistakes.
At least everything is still where she hid it. As she pulls out the uniform and weapons, Mismar fishes inside the sleeves and tries to feel out the pockets sewn inside of them.
The first one is useless. The vial inside is broken, probably from when she hit the ground when she arrived. The second one is in better condition; the cork is mashed from the impact, but the glass stayed cushioned thanks to the pocket lining. Mismar unstops it by pulling with her teeth, and swallows all of the contents. She can hardly pick out the bitter aftertaste once the drug works its way down her throat. The tingling feeling that creeps over her ribs overrides anything she can pick out in her mouth, and soon enough she can barely feel any pain as it becomes more easy to breath.
With that done, it's just a simple task of shrugging the clothing off and pulling the uniform over herself. Once the mask goes over her face, she can feel the tightness in her shoulders go away. The rest of the knots in her legs and arms soon follow, enough to let her sit down and prop her back against the rock.
She holds onto the swords lightly; just enough so they don't fall out of her grip. The weight in her hands is reassuring, relaxing. Now that she has them back, she feels like she can take on any number of spell casters and knights.
But first, she'll let herself rest. Just long enough to let the medicine do its work.
((OOC: Open. Wide, wide open.))
At least everything is still where she hid it. As she pulls out the uniform and weapons, Mismar fishes inside the sleeves and tries to feel out the pockets sewn inside of them.
The first one is useless. The vial inside is broken, probably from when she hit the ground when she arrived. The second one is in better condition; the cork is mashed from the impact, but the glass stayed cushioned thanks to the pocket lining. Mismar unstops it by pulling with her teeth, and swallows all of the contents. She can hardly pick out the bitter aftertaste once the drug works its way down her throat. The tingling feeling that creeps over her ribs overrides anything she can pick out in her mouth, and soon enough she can barely feel any pain as it becomes more easy to breath.
With that done, it's just a simple task of shrugging the clothing off and pulling the uniform over herself. Once the mask goes over her face, she can feel the tightness in her shoulders go away. The rest of the knots in her legs and arms soon follow, enough to let her sit down and prop her back against the rock.
She holds onto the swords lightly; just enough so they don't fall out of her grip. The weight in her hands is reassuring, relaxing. Now that she has them back, she feels like she can take on any number of spell casters and knights.
But first, she'll let herself rest. Just long enough to let the medicine do its work.
((OOC: Open. Wide, wide open.))