[well, that was a rather rude wake-up call! not that... Schierke recalls when, exactly, she'd fallen asleep last -- or what, precisely, lead her to suddenly be transported somewhere else she didn't recognize in the least! of course.
she's hurrying out of bed (the world feels so strange -- dull; she's cut off from the flow of Od? that makes no sense at all), almost tripping in her enthusiasm and the awkwardness of these unusual and foreign pajamas, before she's tentatively opening the door to her bedroom. you know, the bedroom she doesn't know is hers yet.
was that Farnese? no... it didn't sound like her scream. not Casca, either, and was far too loud for Ivalera's. not Isidro's, either. so who--?
she's still peering out, her heart fluttering. something had happened. was it because of the Sea God's destruction? or...
she's waiting for any sounds or signs of people in the hall before she can bring herself to creep out while feeling so oddly cut off from magic and the spiritual realm entirely.]
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she's hurrying out of bed (the world feels so strange -- dull; she's cut off from the flow of Od? that makes no sense at all), almost tripping in her enthusiasm and the awkwardness of these unusual and foreign pajamas, before she's tentatively opening the door to her bedroom. you know, the bedroom she doesn't know is hers yet.
was that Farnese? no... it didn't sound like her scream. not Casca, either, and was far too loud for Ivalera's. not Isidro's, either. so who--?
she's still peering out, her heart fluttering. something had happened. was it because of the Sea God's destruction? or...
she's waiting for any sounds or signs of people in the hall before she can bring herself to creep out while feeling so oddly cut off from magic and the spiritual realm entirely.]