Despite the slightly ashen pallor to her normally swarthy skin, Nahariel is out with the group who'd volunteered to salvage the caravan. Normally the mindless work of digging, prying, pulling, would have the elf whistling tunelessly to keep rhythm and energy, but today her teeth are grit against the rising ache in her joints.
After a few hours of silent work, the bad footing and febrile weakness finally sends her slipping to her knees with an outpouring of mixed-language cursing, the sack she'd been pulling slipping back down the incline.
[Healing Tents]
Cuts, scrapes, a nasty case of sniffles from wading around in the ice and mudslide at the caravan, and the idiot--and repetitive--notion that she was almost certainly able bodied enough to go back and continue the salvage-work if someone would just give her some elfroot. Her emerald eyes are dark and shiny with fever, and ever so often they dart around sharply as if trying to catch a glimpse of something just on the edge of her vision.
[Dreams]
During the illness, when she sleeps long enough to dream, it's of hunting something through a dark and endless forest. Her clan needs it for something, it's absolutely vital, but it's never clear what it is, and it's always just out of her sights.
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Despite the slightly ashen pallor to her normally swarthy skin, Nahariel is out with the group who'd volunteered to salvage the caravan. Normally the mindless work of digging, prying, pulling, would have the elf whistling tunelessly to keep rhythm and energy, but today her teeth are grit against the rising ache in her joints.
After a few hours of silent work, the bad footing and febrile weakness finally sends her slipping to her knees with an outpouring of mixed-language cursing, the sack she'd been pulling slipping back down the incline.
[Healing Tents]
Cuts, scrapes, a nasty case of sniffles from wading around in the ice and mudslide at the caravan, and the idiot--and repetitive--notion that she was almost certainly able bodied enough to go back and continue the salvage-work if someone would just give her some elfroot. Her emerald eyes are dark and shiny with fever, and ever so often they dart around sharply as if trying to catch a glimpse of something just on the edge of her vision.
[Dreams]
During the illness, when she sleeps long enough to dream, it's of hunting something through a dark and endless forest. Her clan needs it for something, it's absolutely vital, but it's never clear what it is, and it's always just out of her sights.