Just a little change

Lia struggled with the wild lands of Boreas. She missed home, even knowing she didn’t fully belong there. Not as she had, a whisper of a person. She didn’t realise how much soul searching would hurt. Both mentally, and physically. She was used to a lack of support, being a slave most of her life had ensured that. But perhaps she had started to get accustomed to it - just a little - within the Hallows.

She had attempted to chase a rabbit through the stone steppe, and knocked her head against a low hanging and crumbling piece of stone wall. The bang had been a hard one, and she found it difficult to stop the blood in such an awkward place on her body. She knew she needed stitches, but she wasn’t sure she could manage it on a part of her body she couldn’t even see. She rested with her back against a stone wall, holding a piece of cloth to her head. Hoping the flow of blood would stop. That stitches would be unnecessary.


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