Korrin most decidedly does not need those unpleasant flashbacks to the Fallow Mire, and resents their intrusion now. Everywhere she's been afterward was met with the sentiment that at least it's not that wretched place. So she'll put her mage talents to use and energize walkways wherever it's feasible, in an attempt to avoid being soaked any more than she already is. They're left for others to use, of course.
[Healing Tents]
Before long, that irritation subsides but only because something else takes its place. The number of times Korrin's been truly, bone-deep ill, she can count on one hand and none of those times were anywhere recent. Until now. Ignoring it until she can't bear to do so any longer, a decidedly feverish Korrin will make her way toward the healing tents in search of friends that can help. Listless as she is, the Vashtoh woman simply makes a beeline there, no deviating to chat since she's taking notice of very little else, even familiar faces. The observant can catch her cycles of unfocused gazes and then snapping out of it with an irritated, unnerved glance around.
[Herald's Rest]
No, she's not supposed to be here. It's habit to visit the tavern, even when she's in no shape whatsover for drinks or games. Feel free to find Korrin practically draped over a corner table, unable or unwilling to move. The music seems to help her mood slightly, though, so that's something. Drag her back to the healing tents, if you have the strength for it.
[Training Area]
Or she can be found here, either deep in denial or trying to fight off her illness, because enough whacking dummies with a staff will do that, right? Korrin can't last long, though, no matter her determination, and it's highly possible she'll be caught dozing by them before long. In that case, those likewise afflicted can catch glimpses of her dreams; those involving Araceli are either sweet or racy, especially one involving Araceli in pearls and a corset and nothing else.
There is another, much less pleasant, dream that frequents her mind, that of the Temple of Sacred Ashes after the explosion that destroyed the conclave. Its focus is on the charred, twisted forms of several Vashoth, frozen mid-scream. Whether or not they were recognizable as such in the physical world is another issue, but in her dream they very clearly are.
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[Healing Tents]
Before long, that irritation subsides but only because something else takes its place. The number of times Korrin's been truly, bone-deep ill, she can count on one hand and none of those times were anywhere recent. Until now. Ignoring it until she can't bear to do so any longer, a decidedly feverish Korrin will make her way toward the healing tents in search of friends that can help. Listless as she is, the Vashtoh woman simply makes a beeline there, no deviating to chat since she's taking notice of very little else, even familiar faces. The observant can catch her cycles of unfocused gazes and then snapping out of it with an irritated, unnerved glance around.
[Herald's Rest]
No, she's not supposed to be here. It's habit to visit the tavern, even when she's in no shape whatsover for drinks or games. Feel free to find Korrin practically draped over a corner table, unable or unwilling to move. The music seems to help her mood slightly, though, so that's something. Drag her back to the healing tents, if you have the strength for it.
[Training Area]
Or she can be found here, either deep in denial or trying to fight off her illness, because enough whacking dummies with a staff will do that, right? Korrin can't last long, though, no matter her determination, and it's highly possible she'll be caught dozing by them before long. In that case, those likewise afflicted can catch glimpses of her dreams; those involving Araceli are either sweet or racy, especially one involving Araceli in pearls and a corset and nothing else.
There is another, much less pleasant, dream that frequents her mind, that of the Temple of Sacred Ashes after the explosion that destroyed the conclave. Its focus is on the charred, twisted forms of several Vashoth, frozen mid-scream. Whether or not they were recognizable as such in the physical world is another issue, but in her dream they very clearly are.