inkdragon
Understandably Confused
Freezing.
It was freezing.
Niobe should probably have been thinking any of a hundred other things as she stared around at the wreckage of her home, struggled to her feet, then sank down again as the corridor swam dizzily- but by the gods, it was freezing. The huge glass windows overlooking the mountains had shattered, the barrier between her world and the fierce storms outside destroyed. The temple was in ruins, she was vaguely aware she probably had a mild concussion from the head wound that had put her out, and the others... well, she hadn't seen anyone alive since she'd woken.
Easier to concentrate on the cold.
She wasn't sure how long she stayed like that, crouched against the wall, taking deep breaths and willing her vision to return. Slowly, though, the lightheaded feeling passed, the swirling gray at the edge of her sight receded, and she found it in herself to stand. Her hand found her head. The blood caking her temple was thick and clotted, telling her she had been out for a while. Niobe knew it should have hurt, touching the wound, but everything only felt cold and numb. Freezing freezing freezing.
Where was Master Grimborn? He had told her to run and hide, but she had disobeyed, running only as far as the southern front of the temple to face the invaders there. She passed body after body as she slowly made her way down the hall on unsteady legs. After five dead, she stopped checking them for pulses.
"Hello?" Stupid. If the enemy was still here, if they could hear her, she would be killed. Niobe was in no shape to fight and she knew it. Her best course of action would be to stay quiet, proceed with caution, look for survivors. But panic was setting in fast, and while a small part of her mind understood the situation, that part was no longer in control. "Hello?!" She rounded the corner, breaking into a run that tested her balance so she didn't have to look around. "Anyone?!"
It was freezing.
Niobe should probably have been thinking any of a hundred other things as she stared around at the wreckage of her home, struggled to her feet, then sank down again as the corridor swam dizzily- but by the gods, it was freezing. The huge glass windows overlooking the mountains had shattered, the barrier between her world and the fierce storms outside destroyed. The temple was in ruins, she was vaguely aware she probably had a mild concussion from the head wound that had put her out, and the others... well, she hadn't seen anyone alive since she'd woken.
Easier to concentrate on the cold.
She wasn't sure how long she stayed like that, crouched against the wall, taking deep breaths and willing her vision to return. Slowly, though, the lightheaded feeling passed, the swirling gray at the edge of her sight receded, and she found it in herself to stand. Her hand found her head. The blood caking her temple was thick and clotted, telling her she had been out for a while. Niobe knew it should have hurt, touching the wound, but everything only felt cold and numb. Freezing freezing freezing.
Where was Master Grimborn? He had told her to run and hide, but she had disobeyed, running only as far as the southern front of the temple to face the invaders there. She passed body after body as she slowly made her way down the hall on unsteady legs. After five dead, she stopped checking them for pulses.
"Hello?" Stupid. If the enemy was still here, if they could hear her, she would be killed. Niobe was in no shape to fight and she knew it. Her best course of action would be to stay quiet, proceed with caution, look for survivors. But panic was setting in fast, and while a small part of her mind understood the situation, that part was no longer in control. "Hello?!" She rounded the corner, breaking into a run that tested her balance so she didn't have to look around. "Anyone?!"
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