She'll come- these types always do
09-15-2013, 07:15 AM
A groan would part the laced lips as the pain on the shoulders would never decease since the fight that she lost by a mere thread. Anger would boil through the veins before the Siren would stand in the snow and simply call for her healer to work the magic and make sure everything was alright. The last thing Renesme wants is her wounds to get infected and with that, she'd wait. Silently and patiently for the woman to arrive. The twin pools would scatter across the scenery in the search to find nothing as of yet. A sigh would escape as the tail would tap against the pale earth. It took only a few moments before Renesme would be striding up and down, not particularly feeling comfortable and wanting simple walk the pain of. OOC: Short post, im sorry>.< |
09-15-2013, 06:13 PM