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[color=cf5300]Location:[/color] the outside world
[color=cf5300]Interacting with:[/color]Keystone, Satilla[/center]


[center]Sona just wanted to die, she might have been unconscious but she seen the light come to her. As if she was going to be welcomed to the world of the living dead. No… she can’t, she shouldn’t and she won’t die. Not here and not now, she had friends to hang out with and people to tell stories to. Suddenly as if  she felt the air patter down on her cheeks, she felt the air return to her lungs and she can breathe normally again. But she still felt so weak, she didn’t know what to do with herself. To put it basically, she felt like absolute shit. And she was sure the others would too if their kill would flatten them while they were already bleeding love.

She then felt something weird happening, a tingling feeling to be exact. It felt wonderful, as if sparkles were living things and actually dancing on her wound, stinging and using it’s healing properties on her very own wound. Which was one of the most loveliest feelings she has ever seemed to even experience. Even more so than when she placed herbs on her wounds or anything of the sort. She was finally breathing normally and the bleeding seemed to have stopped. Then she felt like she was floating, with only two arms lifting her up. Of course she didn’t know this was Kyra herself, but when she was dumped in her place she let out some sort of breathing difficulty, but went back to normal quickly.

“Sona. Explain.”

This woke Sona up, she didn’t know why it woke her up but when she did wake up eventually. Sitting up weakly she looked to Keystone and then the little companion. Even Alto was near her, maybe everyone was worried about her. They didn’t need to worry about her, but she did need time to come to her senses.

[color=cf5300]“Nugh, I feel… like rubbish”[/color] She explained. She didn’t want to talk more, she wanted to rest. Which was unusual for the bard.[/center]