Sabriel, the Abhorsen (keepthedeaddown) wrote in the_tardis_trap, @ 2013-09-15 17:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | sabriel : keepthedeaddown, tris prior : notastiff |
Who: Sabriel and Tris
Where: A hallway
What: Tris tracks down Sabriel after their talk
When: Right after this
Warnings: None?
Sabriel let her eyes slide shut, tightly gripping the strange device that was almost, but not quite, like a telephone. She wasn't sure how it worked, without wires. And it certainly wasn't magic; she couldn't feel any Charter Marks or Free Magic surrounding it. She was tired. And ached to her core. Though that one didn't surprise her. The limited healing spells the others had managed had closed her wound, but it was still throbbing. She was alive, and that was what mattered. Her surcoat was drenched with blood, the dark blue stained to nearly black, the silver keys embroidered in it barely visible except around the edges.
The other young woman had said she'd find her. She had to trust in that. She was in no state to be moving on her own. It was the most she could do to wipe her blood off her sword and awkwardly sheath it. And to gather the fragments of her bells so carefully and stow them in their pouches. It would take time and magic to repair those. She felt almost helpless, with three of the seven rendered useless. And the bandolier across her chest was splashed with blood. She'd need to clean it off, when she had a chance...