Eternity RPC Board
11-27-2019, 06:52 PM
Few things were as powerful as a cocoon of soft blankets around a weary body, and Elke found that her toughest battle to date came when trying to shuck off the soft layers enough to prop herself up to have a look around her surroundings. Despite the latent grogginess, she readily identified the room as one of Forlag's - her room, in fact.
Elke blinked. Was it all just a dream, then? The trek to the witch's home, the spell that had ensnared her like a bear trap, the explosion and Nevina--
Upright suddenly, the girl's head pounded in protest, but she did her best to ignore it as she scanned the room for--
Nevina. Outwardly, at least, the woman appeared fine, and Elke felt her body sink back into the pillows some. So it was a dream, then? Elke thought hard, but try as she might, her last clear memory came just before Millie had cast her spell. There were vaguer images of the fire, of dragging Nevina's limp form away from it, of collapsing under an assembly of trees who bowed their dark limbs over her like a funeral procession over a casket awaiting burial. Even foggier still were memories of Nevina coaxing her to wake up, to walk, of stumbling through a dark forest by the flickering firelight, of promises that it's not much further, now. But that didn't make sense; Elke had dragged Nevina away from the burning wreckage of the home that was not a home but a beast's den, not even sure if the woman was alive, so how was it possible that Nevina had maneuvered Elke back to the inn?
It must have been a dream, a very long and very detailed dream, but Elke felt something at the back of her mind that told her it was not.
With a ragged voice, she croaked out, "Nevina? How long have I been asleep?"
Elke blinked. Was it all just a dream, then? The trek to the witch's home, the spell that had ensnared her like a bear trap, the explosion and Nevina--
Upright suddenly, the girl's head pounded in protest, but she did her best to ignore it as she scanned the room for--
Nevina. Outwardly, at least, the woman appeared fine, and Elke felt her body sink back into the pillows some. So it was a dream, then? Elke thought hard, but try as she might, her last clear memory came just before Millie had cast her spell. There were vaguer images of the fire, of dragging Nevina's limp form away from it, of collapsing under an assembly of trees who bowed their dark limbs over her like a funeral procession over a casket awaiting burial. Even foggier still were memories of Nevina coaxing her to wake up, to walk, of stumbling through a dark forest by the flickering firelight, of promises that it's not much further, now. But that didn't make sense; Elke had dragged Nevina away from the burning wreckage of the home that was not a home but a beast's den, not even sure if the woman was alive, so how was it possible that Nevina had maneuvered Elke back to the inn?
It must have been a dream, a very long and very detailed dream, but Elke felt something at the back of her mind that told her it was not.
With a ragged voice, she croaked out, "Nevina? How long have I been asleep?"