She felt safe where she was. Nothing could hurt you when two of your best friends sat on either side of you.
Right?
Elizabeth sat on one sides of her, chatting away while Valbrand remained ever serious. There were others, too. Cecily, Vivienne, the two Norrvakts; Carthas and Brandt. The conversation was peaceful yet not in it's own right. Loud and safe.
There was a quiet woosh from above her, but she paid it no mind. There was a crack from in front of her, yet she seemed too intent on her conversation to realize it. There was a loud bang and suddenly everything was no longer peaceful and loud, but chaotic and stentorian.
A hand clasped over her mouth and nose, black smoke curling from the fireplace and burning her eyes, making her vision blur. The girl reached out for her dear Elizabeth, her best friend, and tried to pull her closer but she couldn't get her vision to clear. There was someone screaming nearby yet faraway, her head hurt from all this. The others seemed to vanish and suddenly the hand was gone.
Juliette pulled herself closer to Elizabeth as the girl's eyes rolled backwards, her slumping forward. The Vauclain shoved her friend backwards, the couch low behind them and the Black was pushed to the floor behind it. She hopped over, falling to sit once she had and pulling her best friend to her.
Everything was so quiet now and yet she still couldn't seem to make out things, it was light somewhere outside this smoke but the girl couldn't seem to pull herself up. Then, a flurry of green was pulling her up, saying "Go, go, Elizabeth!"
She was stumbling away, grabbing hold to a couch and taking a deep breath only for it to seem like nothing was there, coughing. Her Elizabeth was gone, vanished away and so Juliette continued forward.
The young noble stumbled outside, gasping for air and falling against the wall, sliding to sit as she forced air into her burning lungs. Cecily was lying on the ground just out of reach with a man hunched over her, saying something lowly. Valbrand's voice boomed nearby, his words lost in her headache, but the anger and hate was there.
Someone was talking to her, saying her name. Juliette looked up to the familiar Bigge not far away but just out of reach. "Are you okay, Lady Vauclain?" That's what he was saying. She replied, or maybe she didn't. Her head moved but she couldn't seem to figure out how. She kept shaking either from fear or from the unending coughing that kept pummeling her.
The girl was being helped up and lead away next, what had she said? Was that man a mage or had he simply woken up Cecily, she couldn't remember. Her steps were uneven and occasionally halted but she managed and sat upon the bed like told. The Bigge left her there and she stared at her hands and then the ceiling once she'd fallen unknowingly to her back, coughs still racking her.
Her eyes no longer burned and a nurse passed the divider in front of her bed and looked at her, but she was too lost in thought to notice. What had that been. She knew then that safety was not always a promise. Was it not the way of life, but to prove someone utterly wrong and leave them sick with fear?
Right?
Elizabeth sat on one sides of her, chatting away while Valbrand remained ever serious. There were others, too. Cecily, Vivienne, the two Norrvakts; Carthas and Brandt. The conversation was peaceful yet not in it's own right. Loud and safe.
There was a quiet woosh from above her, but she paid it no mind. There was a crack from in front of her, yet she seemed too intent on her conversation to realize it. There was a loud bang and suddenly everything was no longer peaceful and loud, but chaotic and stentorian.
A hand clasped over her mouth and nose, black smoke curling from the fireplace and burning her eyes, making her vision blur. The girl reached out for her dear Elizabeth, her best friend, and tried to pull her closer but she couldn't get her vision to clear. There was someone screaming nearby yet faraway, her head hurt from all this. The others seemed to vanish and suddenly the hand was gone.
Juliette pulled herself closer to Elizabeth as the girl's eyes rolled backwards, her slumping forward. The Vauclain shoved her friend backwards, the couch low behind them and the Black was pushed to the floor behind it. She hopped over, falling to sit once she had and pulling her best friend to her.
Everything was so quiet now and yet she still couldn't seem to make out things, it was light somewhere outside this smoke but the girl couldn't seem to pull herself up. Then, a flurry of green was pulling her up, saying "Go, go, Elizabeth!"
She was stumbling away, grabbing hold to a couch and taking a deep breath only for it to seem like nothing was there, coughing. Her Elizabeth was gone, vanished away and so Juliette continued forward.
The young noble stumbled outside, gasping for air and falling against the wall, sliding to sit as she forced air into her burning lungs. Cecily was lying on the ground just out of reach with a man hunched over her, saying something lowly. Valbrand's voice boomed nearby, his words lost in her headache, but the anger and hate was there.
Someone was talking to her, saying her name. Juliette looked up to the familiar Bigge not far away but just out of reach. "Are you okay, Lady Vauclain?" That's what he was saying. She replied, or maybe she didn't. Her head moved but she couldn't seem to figure out how. She kept shaking either from fear or from the unending coughing that kept pummeling her.
The girl was being helped up and lead away next, what had she said? Was that man a mage or had he simply woken up Cecily, she couldn't remember. Her steps were uneven and occasionally halted but she managed and sat upon the bed like told. The Bigge left her there and she stared at her hands and then the ceiling once she'd fallen unknowingly to her back, coughs still racking her.
Her eyes no longer burned and a nurse passed the divider in front of her bed and looked at her, but she was too lost in thought to notice. What had that been. She knew then that safety was not always a promise. Was it not the way of life, but to prove someone utterly wrong and leave them sick with fear?
