No One Suspects the FDA
09-07-2019, 02:58 PM
she had momentarily been separated from Jupiter. Unable to find her master, Niamh wandered where the dancefloor was. The last spot she had seen him… at the Valhalla festival. Once the ground began to shake and the lava burst through the distant volcano, everyone was in a panic. She got shoved around more times than she could count, but she stubbornly refused to leave. The blue body of the Legion wolf was nowhere to be found, no matter how much she looked. Fearing the worst unrealistically, the young woman continued to pace. She bit back a shuddering sigh, wondering what she’d do now that she had no where else to go. Could she find Fracture? Could she find anyone belonging to Winterfell?
She didn’t know where Winterfell was exactly. Only that it was north, and very far away. Her thoughts turned to the Hjarrandi who had kept her as an item to be bid; would they be in the same place? She wasn’t a very good navigator; she got lost a lot. But it was her only chance. Find someone from Legion, or Winterfell, and latch onto them until she found someone she knew. Her coughing was getting worse though. She had inhaled a lot of soot and ash from her travels with Legion away from danger. They had been in a very bad location, and they had the sense to leave quickly. But in the process, she had gotten lost. Now, as she looked desperately for a sign of life, she began to quietly hack.
But all wasn’t lost. She spotted the mundane form of a wolf ahead of her. Quickening her pace, Niamh went toward them. She could smell the injury before she saw it, thanks to Alarr’s training. Concern laced her otherwise dull face and as she drew nearer, she could plainly see the way the other wolf was walking. Painfully. The albino stopped in front of the man, trying not to block his path but her sympathy was still very high. She was sensitive to the suffering of others. She could not see his face, but she only guessed he was having difficulty with his leg. And because she could not see his facial features, Niamh didn’t know he was looking for herbs. She coughed, this time a stuttering and loud one, and she flushed out of embarrassment.
[ooc; 785/1500]
She didn’t know where Winterfell was exactly. Only that it was north, and very far away. Her thoughts turned to the Hjarrandi who had kept her as an item to be bid; would they be in the same place? She wasn’t a very good navigator; she got lost a lot. But it was her only chance. Find someone from Legion, or Winterfell, and latch onto them until she found someone she knew. Her coughing was getting worse though. She had inhaled a lot of soot and ash from her travels with Legion away from danger. They had been in a very bad location, and they had the sense to leave quickly. But in the process, she had gotten lost. Now, as she looked desperately for a sign of life, she began to quietly hack.
But all wasn’t lost. She spotted the mundane form of a wolf ahead of her. Quickening her pace, Niamh went toward them. She could smell the injury before she saw it, thanks to Alarr’s training. Concern laced her otherwise dull face and as she drew nearer, she could plainly see the way the other wolf was walking. Painfully. The albino stopped in front of the man, trying not to block his path but her sympathy was still very high. She was sensitive to the suffering of others. She could not see his face, but she only guessed he was having difficulty with his leg. And because she could not see his facial features, Niamh didn’t know he was looking for herbs. She coughed, this time a stuttering and loud one, and she flushed out of embarrassment.
[ooc; 785/1500]
niamh is selectively mute and does not talk; not even to give her name. as such people are free to make up names for her or assume one
she also has face blindness and will not recognize your character unless she is constantly exposed to them.
she also has face blindness and will not recognize your character unless she is constantly exposed to them.
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