Ravenna
Now, being a former Haulani street rat meant that Venna had seen some shit already. Seedy alleyway, back of a brothel, harbor at night kind of stuff that lingered like shadows at the back of her mind, images she could taste and smell but often had no words to describe. It didn't mean she was comfortable with it, though. If anything, it only made her more sensitive to it; the violence. The screaming and thrashing of the creatures as they burned and crushed and died before her eyes.
Without meaning to or really being aware that she had moved, Ravenna found herself backing away from the carnage. Pale faced and decidedly queasy, she fisted her hands in the skirt of her apprentice smock, yet didn't even try to pretend she wasn't trembling. A weight was sinking into her gut, cold and heavy. If this is what it meant to be out in the wilds, she would probably just stay in town. Yup. No adventures for her. She could... study, instead. Books were nice and clean. Didn't try to bite you. Didn't squeal if you ripped a page. And she could grow plants for the fiber she'd need to do her job. Amhran could probably show her how. This... this fighting... it wasn't for her.
Without meaning to or really being aware that she had moved, Ravenna found herself backing away from the carnage. Pale faced and decidedly queasy, she fisted her hands in the skirt of her apprentice smock, yet didn't even try to pretend she wasn't trembling. A weight was sinking into her gut, cold and heavy. If this is what it meant to be out in the wilds, she would probably just stay in town. Yup. No adventures for her. She could... study, instead. Books were nice and clean. Didn't try to bite you. Didn't squeal if you ripped a page. And she could grow plants for the fiber she'd need to do her job. Amhran could probably show her how. This... this fighting... it wasn't for her.
Don't talk like you know me
when I don't even know myself
when I don't even know myself
Code by Skylark
