Post by Mad-Manx on Oct 15, 2017 11:12:40 GMT -6
Eshana
vagabond | vindicator
"Strong but exhausted."
Post: #1 | Word Count: 584
The excitement that seemed to possess the Vindicator's camp had died down in the passing days, slowly ebbing as each of them slipped back into their daily routine. Both their planned raid on the War-Forged slavers and the Aodhian Chevaliers had gone over accordingly, and Eshana would go as far as to say successfully. It was a rare win for the Vindicators, and it was true to say it had managed to bolster the overall mood permeating throughout the Bunker. Celebrations had been held alongside caring for and beginning relocation plans for the would be slaves and Eshana, though wounded from her part in the raids, had done her best to participate in some of them. Inevitably, of course, she'd been chased off by a worry stricken comrade, a spiel about not aggravating her burned shoulder following in her wake.
However grudgingly, Eshana knew they were right. The wounds stung, certainly, and she'd been regularly attending the healer's quarters to have the bandages reapplied, but the utter boredom of being incapable to help had begun to get to her. Funny, she mused, where once she would have pleaded to have a single day off, now not being capable of aiding her comrades was slowly driving her insane. All the same, she would have to say it was a better way to be.
Ithran was busy that day, she knew, likely helping to evaluate potential new recruits. She supposed she could go and help in watching over the Cadets, but laid up as she was, she was hardly going to be an entertaining baby sitter for them. With a sigh, Eshana hauled herself to her hooves, managing to wince only slightly as she placed weight on her shoulder. It was showing improvement at least, even if it was far too slow for her taste.
Wandering hooves followed what had become familiar paths through the Vindicator base, occasionally pausing as she passed familiar equines. Her offers of help were, without fail, declined, though Eshana did her best to cover her growing irritation. Despite her wish to accomplish something that day, she knew they were just looking out for her own welfare.
Cyan eyes searching the level of the Bunker she found herself on, her ears suddenly perked forward as her gaze came to rest upon the more hidden away cells. There had been two Chevaliers captured in the raid, had there not? She could remember Ithran speaking of it, and it had hardly been an avoided topic throughout the barracks. With the host of other tasks, and having to attend to her own wounds, she simply hadn't had a moment to see the captured equines for herself. Eshana had to admit she was rather curious if she knew the Chevaliers, having been watched over by a number of them in her time in Valore. If she did, she imagined she might be able to provide valuable information on their prisoners.
With curiosity now burning in her mind, Eshana shuffled forward, providing quick explanations to the posted guards around the cells. Though they seemed uneasy with her proposition, they allowed her through with a few words of warning and a promise to keep an eye on them for her. Nodding her thanks in return, and more than a little thrilled at her accomplishment, Eshana moved to the door of the cell, lifting her head up in order to peer in.
"Hello?" she asked quizzically, uncertain exactly how to begin a conversation with one they were holding prisoner.
However grudgingly, Eshana knew they were right. The wounds stung, certainly, and she'd been regularly attending the healer's quarters to have the bandages reapplied, but the utter boredom of being incapable to help had begun to get to her. Funny, she mused, where once she would have pleaded to have a single day off, now not being capable of aiding her comrades was slowly driving her insane. All the same, she would have to say it was a better way to be.
Ithran was busy that day, she knew, likely helping to evaluate potential new recruits. She supposed she could go and help in watching over the Cadets, but laid up as she was, she was hardly going to be an entertaining baby sitter for them. With a sigh, Eshana hauled herself to her hooves, managing to wince only slightly as she placed weight on her shoulder. It was showing improvement at least, even if it was far too slow for her taste.
Wandering hooves followed what had become familiar paths through the Vindicator base, occasionally pausing as she passed familiar equines. Her offers of help were, without fail, declined, though Eshana did her best to cover her growing irritation. Despite her wish to accomplish something that day, she knew they were just looking out for her own welfare.
Cyan eyes searching the level of the Bunker she found herself on, her ears suddenly perked forward as her gaze came to rest upon the more hidden away cells. There had been two Chevaliers captured in the raid, had there not? She could remember Ithran speaking of it, and it had hardly been an avoided topic throughout the barracks. With the host of other tasks, and having to attend to her own wounds, she simply hadn't had a moment to see the captured equines for herself. Eshana had to admit she was rather curious if she knew the Chevaliers, having been watched over by a number of them in her time in Valore. If she did, she imagined she might be able to provide valuable information on their prisoners.
With curiosity now burning in her mind, Eshana shuffled forward, providing quick explanations to the posted guards around the cells. Though they seemed uneasy with her proposition, they allowed her through with a few words of warning and a promise to keep an eye on them for her. Nodding her thanks in return, and more than a little thrilled at her accomplishment, Eshana moved to the door of the cell, lifting her head up in order to peer in.
"Hello?" she asked quizzically, uncertain exactly how to begin a conversation with one they were holding prisoner.
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