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[color=gray][sub][right][color=white][b]Location:[/b][/color] Uhladein, Eastern Marches
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Minute by agonizing minute passed at a crawl as Quinnlash's ember blazed within her, searing lines of brilliant orange flame burning down her cuts, her bruises, her burns and broken bones. Her hacking persisted, turning into a guttural cough as she managed to half-crawl up the unforgiving stone that had so unceremoniously stopped her flight and prop herself up against it. Her legs finally stopped shaking under her. The skin on her hands un-cooked itself, and she hacked up and spat out a glob of red saliva on the ground, hoping to get the taste of blood and ash out of her mouth before too long. Tasted like shit. Flexed her arms, rolled her shoulders, rolled her neck, cracked her knuckles. Felt like she was still in one piece, at least, wouldn't need to regenerate a whole arm or anything.

Holding her hand out in front of her and glaring at it, she flicked her wrist and found that the flame had returned to her, a flickering orb dancing above her outstretched palm. She stared at it for a moment longer, eyes almost...mournful, then her lips turned up in a sneer and she snuffed it out, still trying to shut out the memories that were even now lingering around the edges of her mind. 

The warm glow of the relit hearthfire crystal washed over her just like like she imagined the sun would've, with a gentle light and comforting warmth. Or, "gentle" and "comforting" to everyone else, probably. The bright light made her eye hurt—still searing with pain from her little stunt—and the heat just made the raging furnace within her [i]more[/i] uncomfortable. Great. Rubbing her hands over her face, she finally stood straight, resettling Undying Light on her back and giving it a reassuring pat. What a beautiful thing it was. What beautiful flowers bloomed from it.

She gave her head a quick shake, as though to chase off the still-clinging memories like dust and cobwebs, and was met with...

...Well, it annoyed her. And that was about it. But that was okay too. Anything was better than just sitting there remembering. Even dying. She definitely would've let herself fall to the tower's floor far, far below if it meant [i]this[/i] wouldn't happen. So she reacted the best way she knew. She got angry.

"[color=ffe63d]Yo. Galiel. What's the deal? You and your crowd of [i]heroes[/i] pulled through. Good job.[/color]" her caustic voice overflowed with sarcasm and tension, and pain that she tried very hard to bury. Her hair hanging loose around her shoulders was definitely frustrating her too. And probably ruining the effect. So, as was simply the way of things...

She got angrier.

"[color=ffe63d]So are you gonna [i]thank me already[/i] or [i]what?[/i][/color]"