Adrift Without a Life Vest
Mercury
10-10-2022, 05:24 PM
Anthea nodded as the still unnamed healer gave her instructions to stay off of her feet after informing her about the fracture she had found. She couldn't imagine being on her feet right now so that wasn't a difficult instruction to follow. She tried to remember what might have happened to cause the injury to begin with, but she came up short. Everything was so jumbled and full of turmoil when she attempted to look back at her own memories that it was hard to pin point one thing that might have caused it. "Thank you," she said quietly as the healer turned to leave, watching her walk out the door to go get someone named Artorias. She likely should have been more concerned about the fact that she was somewhere completely unknown to her, surrounded by wolves she didn't know, without any idea how far away she was from home, but right now as she curled up under the fur she was given in front of a fireplace with only friendly faces around her she couldn't find the will in her to care.
As the dark-furred healer left, the man that had rescued her came over to the edge of her bed, his head resting on it near her own so that she could see him easily while he spoke. Her water color gaze lingered on his handsome features as he asked her how she had ended up on the beach. She went to answer and paused, her brow furrowing a bit as she tried to put the flashes of memory that filtered through her mind in some kind of order that made sense. Everything felt disjointed and fuzzy, as if the memories were from long ago even though they had all just transpired. "There... was a fire," she finally managed after a bit of thought, knowing at the very least that it all began with that. Her voice was still soft and a bit raspy, occasionally cracking a bit as she went. "My pack was in a forest, but there had been very little rain and it was very dry. We had to run to escape the fire and no matter how far we went it just kept coming... We ended up on the shore. I had never seen so much water before—I had never left the forest."
Her gaze was still on his face, but she wasn't focused on him. Her heavy lidded gaze was distant as she recounted what happened, some of it stitching together for her as she went. "The blaze was so hot... It pushed us into the water to get away from it. But then... I guess there was a big wave or a current that pulled me under and when I got back to the surface I was far away from the shore. I saw some of them there, floating by the beach, but I couldn't get back to them. I just... I kept getting swept farther out to sea. There was a storm... I was on a raft at some point, somewhere else..." She sighed and closed her eyes for a moment, her ears pinned back against her head as she struggled to remember anything else. "I... I don't know what else happened. I just woke up on that log and when I saw the beach and I saw you there..."
She blinked opened her eyes again, refocusing her attention on him and his pale, clear gaze. "Thank you," she said softly again, tipping her head forward for a moment to lightly touch her nose to his since it was the only part of him she could reach, looking at him with the deepest gratitude that she knew words could never really express. "What's your name? Where am I?" she asked, feeling like she could finally get these questions answered now that it seemed she was no longer in danger.
"Anthea Dásos"
As the dark-furred healer left, the man that had rescued her came over to the edge of her bed, his head resting on it near her own so that she could see him easily while he spoke. Her water color gaze lingered on his handsome features as he asked her how she had ended up on the beach. She went to answer and paused, her brow furrowing a bit as she tried to put the flashes of memory that filtered through her mind in some kind of order that made sense. Everything felt disjointed and fuzzy, as if the memories were from long ago even though they had all just transpired. "There... was a fire," she finally managed after a bit of thought, knowing at the very least that it all began with that. Her voice was still soft and a bit raspy, occasionally cracking a bit as she went. "My pack was in a forest, but there had been very little rain and it was very dry. We had to run to escape the fire and no matter how far we went it just kept coming... We ended up on the shore. I had never seen so much water before—I had never left the forest."
Her gaze was still on his face, but she wasn't focused on him. Her heavy lidded gaze was distant as she recounted what happened, some of it stitching together for her as she went. "The blaze was so hot... It pushed us into the water to get away from it. But then... I guess there was a big wave or a current that pulled me under and when I got back to the surface I was far away from the shore. I saw some of them there, floating by the beach, but I couldn't get back to them. I just... I kept getting swept farther out to sea. There was a storm... I was on a raft at some point, somewhere else..." She sighed and closed her eyes for a moment, her ears pinned back against her head as she struggled to remember anything else. "I... I don't know what else happened. I just woke up on that log and when I saw the beach and I saw you there..."
She blinked opened her eyes again, refocusing her attention on him and his pale, clear gaze. "Thank you," she said softly again, tipping her head forward for a moment to lightly touch her nose to his since it was the only part of him she could reach, looking at him with the deepest gratitude that she knew words could never really express. "What's your name? Where am I?" she asked, feeling like she could finally get these questions answered now that it seemed she was no longer in danger.
