eyes can't shine unless there's something burning bright behind
It's a cold whirlwind of teleportation, which Aurelia's only ever truly experienced once (aside from portals which are a bit different). It was a lifechanging one, at that, and her heart hammers against her chest in remembrance of it, of losing everything she ever had. She's rebuilt herself; reformed, even. Still, the stir of emotions and changing places from hot to cold to freezing and finally to the warmth of some place she's never been... her stomach clenches and her throat struggles to hold back bile.
Wessex asks how she's feeling and, to be honest, her fingers have turned numb and pale with frostnip. However, she finds that hard to focus on as she desperately searches out someplace to freely vomit. A bin is found and she sinks against the rim, retching loudly until her body has nothing left to express.
Nobody looks particularly thrilled about that, as she recovers unsteadily and groans. Luckily, it's a bar... customers throwing up is probably pretty standard business. At least it's not because she's drunk.
Aurelia wipes her mouth with the back of her hand and finally notices the way her fingers feel like they're being stabbed with pins and needles. She grimaces and turns to try and find Wessex, "My... uh, my hands, I think they're..." She's at a loss. "Can we rest here for a bit?" She asks, but doesn't wait for an answer as she finds a booth to sink into. She tries to rub her hands together to recreate the feeling of circulation, but it just hurts to do.
Wessex asks how she's feeling and, to be honest, her fingers have turned numb and pale with frostnip. However, she finds that hard to focus on as she desperately searches out someplace to freely vomit. A bin is found and she sinks against the rim, retching loudly until her body has nothing left to express.
Nobody looks particularly thrilled about that, as she recovers unsteadily and groans. Luckily, it's a bar... customers throwing up is probably pretty standard business. At least it's not because she's drunk.
Aurelia wipes her mouth with the back of her hand and finally notices the way her fingers feel like they're being stabbed with pins and needles. She grimaces and turns to try and find Wessex, "My... uh, my hands, I think they're..." She's at a loss. "Can we rest here for a bit?" She asks, but doesn't wait for an answer as she finds a booth to sink into. She tries to rub her hands together to recreate the feeling of circulation, but it just hurts to do.
Aurelia
