Post by Mad-Manx on Oct 14, 2017 18:49:00 GMT -6
Eshana
vagabond | vindicator
"Strong but exhausted."
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Her wounds ached. Try as she might to ignore the pulsing in her shoulder, she could not deny that even walking had become difficult since attaining the injury. The sores had been quick to be treated when she had first returned to camp, soothing balms and excessive wraps coming to cover the unsightly burns, but Eshana had been hesitant to return for treatment, convinced there were others that required aid far more than she. It had been several days since the raid that had resulted in the War-Forged mare engulfing her in flames had occurred, and slowly but surely, it had become impossible to ignore the pain that radiated with each drawn breath, as though Ignacio himself had cursed the burns festering on her skin.
Ithran would be quick to order her to the healers if he knew the extent of her injuries, she was certain, and so it was with a pained sigh Eshana resigned herself to the task. She'd have time to catch up on her duties, but for now, it was apparent the wounds afflicting her shoulder demanded attention.
With a wince the dappled mare hauled herself to her hooves, drawing in a forceful gasp as she bore weight on her injured side. Phantom flames seemed to flicker over her sensitive skin once more, and with her ears pinned back in determination, she took a few tentative steps forward. Her shoulder held, at least, she thought with some relief. Not quite useless yet.
There was a shuffling movement to her gait as Eshana picked her way through the Bunker, avoiding attention whenever possible. Spirits were still high since the successes of both their raid on slavers, as well the Aodhian Chevaliers. It was a nice change to see in the otherwise rather serious nature of the Vindicators, and Eshana hardly wanted to somber the mood with the evidence of her injuries. Let them all enjoy the momentary reprise, gods' knew they could all use it.
Just a few more unsteady steps and she reached her destination, the healer's quarters. Flicking her ears forward as she wrapped her head around the doorway, Eshana cleared her throat.
"Ah, sorry to bother, but I was wondering if you might have time to look at my shoulder?"
Ithran would be quick to order her to the healers if he knew the extent of her injuries, she was certain, and so it was with a pained sigh Eshana resigned herself to the task. She'd have time to catch up on her duties, but for now, it was apparent the wounds afflicting her shoulder demanded attention.
With a wince the dappled mare hauled herself to her hooves, drawing in a forceful gasp as she bore weight on her injured side. Phantom flames seemed to flicker over her sensitive skin once more, and with her ears pinned back in determination, she took a few tentative steps forward. Her shoulder held, at least, she thought with some relief. Not quite useless yet.
There was a shuffling movement to her gait as Eshana picked her way through the Bunker, avoiding attention whenever possible. Spirits were still high since the successes of both their raid on slavers, as well the Aodhian Chevaliers. It was a nice change to see in the otherwise rather serious nature of the Vindicators, and Eshana hardly wanted to somber the mood with the evidence of her injuries. Let them all enjoy the momentary reprise, gods' knew they could all use it.
Just a few more unsteady steps and she reached her destination, the healer's quarters. Flicking her ears forward as she wrapped her head around the doorway, Eshana cleared her throat.
"Ah, sorry to bother, but I was wondering if you might have time to look at my shoulder?"
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