[b] [u] Alaira Taenn [/u] [/b]

Oblivion, there was nothing. Just an endless dark void that Alaira's consciousness was relegated to. There was no dreams or thoughts, only the void. 

But it did not last. She had soon awoken... somewhere. She knew not how to describe where she was, or if anybody could. Wait, no. It was gray. But that's it. This strange landscape didn't seem to play by any of the natural laws, and any time she thought she understood it, it would shift into some new indecipherable form. So, she walked. and walked. and walked.

As she walked, the land remained as formless as ever, as if it didn't want to allow her to identify it. While she walked, direction didn't really seem to matter, the laws of physics were functionally useless. That is until she arrived at what could only be referred to as the center. It was clearly a structure, similar in shape to a small colosseum, composed of bricks of stone the same color as the rest of the world. There were what looked like luminescent shards of glass suspended in the air, though what they actually were was a mystery. 

She approached ones, and as she snatched it out of the air, she noticed something. Inside the shard, she could see... memories, as if she was looking through a window into the past. She sat there in silence (not that she had much choice, she found she couldn't speak here for whatever reason) as she watched herself walk Coco through the basics of spear-fighting. Letting go of the shard, she found that it drifted, unaffected by gravity.

There were thousands of these shards, each wordlessly playing fragments of memories. She couldn't even begin to describe what the hell any of this meant, but she was reasonable enough to know that going around breaking shit in frustration was not a great idea. And just like that, it was gone. All of it, everything was black again. But there was... noise. A sort of wailing...

Alaira suddenly shot awake, and the first thing she noticed was Lidda. The first reaction was of course to strangle the thing that looked like a demon, but instead of the lightning quick lunge to the throat, her movements were sluggish and unresponsive. Good thing too, she wouldn't have come to the realization that that was probably Lidda if she had been as fast as she was last night. The sudden (kinda) movement made her head hurt, so she put her hand to her head as she groaned and leaned back in the cot. [b]"Ugh... I can't be dead, this hurts too much..."[/b] she complained. and there was still that noise burrowing into her head. 

She took a moment to inspect herself, and found herself covered in bandages up to the neck. She tried removing some of the ones on her arm, but it took a while as her hand didn't seem to want to obey her, as if her fingers were made of lead. She eventually unwrapped her arm and found that it was fully healed. The tons of extra scars however, remained. Hundreds of tiny lacerations up and down her arms, however there were no extra scars on her shoulder. She imagined that the gashes were much larger, but the healers couldn't fully fix the wounds on her arms which must have been a lot worse because she hadn't worn anything on her arms that night. 

She had definitely felt her head getting torn apart and her hair being pulled out, but she didn't feel any new scars and her hair seemed to be intact, if a little shorter. [b]"Even went to the trouble of growing my hair back..."[/b] she mumbled to herself. She was still dimly aware of the wailing (well, dimly was how she perceived everything at the moment, she was still quite groggy), and right now she just wanted it to stop. At that point she suddenly remembered. Lyn! she looked around, slightly panicked, only to find Lyn was perfectly safe, and the source of said wailing. Mar was trying to calm her down, but to no avail. 

Alaira tried to leave the cot, but once again her body was disobeying her. She felt heavy, as if her body didn't actually belong to her or the parts weren't receiving the signals. She got out, but fell to the floor. Wordlessly, she rose (it took a while) as she tried to approach. Luckily, they weren't very far away and there was plenty of stuff around she could hold for support. 

After about a minute, she arrived, and sat on the cot aside Athalus'. [i]"Hush... you don't need to cry, you're safe..."[/i] Alaira said softly, almost a whisper as she caressed Lyn's forehead.