TaLi63372
Adventurer
Faeryl has a bloodied body in her arms. The child stopped in her tracks. Faeryl muttered something under her breath and then shouted at the girl, "Find John." The child hesitated as she translated the meaning of Faeryl's words. "GO!" she snapped. The child bolted down the cobblestone road.
Go John. She needed to find him.
So she ran up and down the sandstone streets. She stopped only to check the shop doors which had already closed for the day. She kept looking down alleys, on the docks and next to buildings. No John.
She was breathing heavily now. Her chest expanded as she sucked in air to fuel her legs. No John.
She ran through gardens and into the buildings that were unlocked. She startled people in the tavern and ran through the barracks and up to the walls. No John.
She felt her stomach churn as she rounded a corner. She threw up as she ran. The sandstone streets had several short trails of vomit in random locations. No John.
Vomit coated her chin and down the front of her beloved robe. She continued to run with arms clutching her stomach. Wheezing desperately as she struggled to suck air into her tortured lungs. No John.
She stumbled to her knees. She crawled a few feet as her mind still hadn't caught up to her body's exhaustion. She dry heaved a few times and then collapsed upon her vomit-soaked robe. No John.
Go John. She needed to find him.
So she ran up and down the sandstone streets. She stopped only to check the shop doors which had already closed for the day. She kept looking down alleys, on the docks and next to buildings. No John.
She was breathing heavily now. Her chest expanded as she sucked in air to fuel her legs. No John.
She ran through gardens and into the buildings that were unlocked. She startled people in the tavern and ran through the barracks and up to the walls. No John.
She felt her stomach churn as she rounded a corner. She threw up as she ran. The sandstone streets had several short trails of vomit in random locations. No John.
Vomit coated her chin and down the front of her beloved robe. She continued to run with arms clutching her stomach. Wheezing desperately as she struggled to suck air into her tortured lungs. No John.
She stumbled to her knees. She crawled a few feet as her mind still hadn't caught up to her body's exhaustion. She dry heaved a few times and then collapsed upon her vomit-soaked robe. No John.