Wylde groaned painfully as she moved her arm slowly to touch her head. Moving was hard in the narrow wooden box, but she finally managed to touch the place where she hit her head. Who would have thought this would turn out this way... she often 'sent' herself over airships via this method, but for a first time she got so roughly treated during loading! She warned the representative that the box contained fragile things! What sort of treatment was this! They basically first dropped the box from quite a bit and then pushed it around. It was during one of those sudden movements that the box rolled to the side and she fell, hitting her head.[b]” How long have I been out of it...?”[/b] She mumbled and blinked a few times. Some big commotion earlier was what started to wake her up. Now that she was fully awaken, she tried to push the lid of the box, but it wasn't budging an inch. There was something else on top of her!

[b] “Aghhh...water... I need water...”[/b] She mumbled and ran her hands around the box in the darkness to find the waterskin she took with her. After finally locating it, she started to drink in big gulps. Only now she realized how thirsty she was... she must have been out for quite a long while. She sensed the smell of burnt wood... She so chose the wrong ship to travel with.
 
 [b]“That's it... I'm getting out of this box...”[/b] She mumbled to herself and quickly kicked the box's wall at her feet. After a few decent(and decently noisy!) kicks, the wood gave in and she nimbly left the box, sitting next to it now. Her legs felt sore... as if she hadn't used them in a long while. With a yawn, she looked around the place... yep... she was in the cargo hold...[b]" It's cold..."[/b] She said and reached into the box, pulling her blanket from it, wrapping herself in it.[b]"Anyone here?"[/b]