troubled waters
Ansem/AW
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Grandpa had asked her to find Ansem, and to see if they could teach each other about different sorts of plants, and she had been happy enough to nod her agreement with what she hoped was a brave smile. Now the water was out of her lungs and the mud had mostly dried from the flood she'd be fine, right? She hadn't died... or at least she had thought so before she reached the mouth of the Col.
The roar of rushing water filled her ears and the familiar icy cold feeling was soaking through to her skin, and it felt like she couldn't breathe. There was a tightness around her chest and the stars were back, dancing at the corners of her vision. Her teeth were clenched around the handle of her basket and tears pricked at the back of her eyes. They could see there wasn't any water here anymore... but her body didn't believe her. Tremors began to wrack her tiny body and the handle of the small basket snapped, spilling the dried flowers she had loaded up to take to see her cousin.
She couldn't move if she wanted to. Her breaths were short and sharp and shallow, a quiet whimper pulled at the back of her throat. She had somewhere she needed to be, but she couldn't will her body to do what she needed it to. She couldn't even call for help.
“Speech”
Ansem
Missing
Intermediate Fighter (30)
Intermediate Healer (30)
2 Years
Male
29
Dragon Mod
![1K](/images/awards/general/1k.png)
![Pride - Aromantic](/images/awards/pride/aromantic.png)
He winced as his head pounded with the beginnings of a migraine, a lingering effect after getting his head knocked during the flood. His head began to pound, and he knew it was only a matter of time before it got worse before it got better. He hadn't spoken much since he woke up. Afraid he'd be judged or seen as weak since he had another issue that had presented itself after his head got slammed. He was self-conscious about it...unsure if it would ever go away, or plague him for life. Much like the migraines.
But it seemed he wasn't the only one that suffered from the flood. While he didn't remember anything from that day, it seemed someone else did. He heard something nearby as he made his way out of the Col. When he turned a corner, he spotted a small alabaster form seemingly stuck in place. He couldn't say he was wholly familiar with her, but he knew enough to know they were cousins. Concern washed over him as he hurried to her. "Hey! Hey, d-d-deep b-breaths! Nothing is h-h-happening. You're s-s-safe." He tried to reassure her, but his confidence was shot as he spoke, and he wasn't sure how to help someone when they were like this.
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