Masaline studied the spell for a moment, it was so complicated and she didn’t really knew so many about how to break spells, she didn’t want to risk it and do something that could hurt her.
There were more urgent matters at hand. Her lips were dry, and she was almost bare to the elements. Khal-ran needed water and she knew it, but Masaline wasn’t sure if she could swallow or not.
She took a the skin that she had brought with her, almost full of water and poured some on her lips.
Masaline wondered what she should do now.
The wetness helped quite a bit. What little got into her mouth trickled down her throat. Her breathing sounded less dry now, at the very least.
In her dream world Khal knew that she was given water, and was thankful that the person who found her was caring for her at least.
Masaline found the she-orc while she was out in the woods gathering ingredients for someone in the college. She recognized her right away, how could she not? An orc as pretty as her, with such long red hair, it was hard to forget someone like her.
She thought that she was just tired, she looked peaceful, and quite frankly she didn’t want to bother her. But then she saw the spell, strangely waved around her, holding her in place, somewhere far away.
Masaline sit next to her, and cupped her check with a hand. Who could have done this to her?
Dream Khal jolted. Something had touched her? Then perhaps….Somebody had found her body? Khal called out in her dream world, but not a sound escaped from her sleeping lips, only a deep sigh.
Her body had not flinched, had not reacted. The spell hung over her like a heavy blanket.
It seemed she had been left after the witched found nothing else on her. The foot prints leading away were 2 days old. Khal’s body was as cold as snow, and she needed water.
How long had it been?
How long had it been since her eyes had close?
Since she last saw the true sun.
In her mind she sat under an always flowering tree in a vast grassy field. The sun was always shining.
But Khal could not feel warmth in her dreamland. She wanted her friends. She NEEDED her child! It was terribly lonely. For all she knew, her body had died.
She had been attacked by witches. She had been winning, for the most part. Their magic chilled her, burned her, shocked her, but Khal had worse.
The sleeping spell she was not prepared for.
It felt like she had been stuck under this tree for days, months, years.
She wished she would wake up.
I HAVE A PERSONAL NOW
COME BUG ME
AND MY RPING MUSE IS BACK
LETS RP OR SOMETHING
((Should I be afraid?
Because I am afraid.))
I AM A SOBBING MESS AND YOU GUYS ARE JUST TALKING ABOUT MY DAMN POPTART