Lilly's Post
Lilly sat under a tree by the river, relaxing and simply enjoying the view. A light, warm breeze gently blew, causing her hair and summer dress to billow and flow. After she patted it down, she leaned back against the wood of the tree and smiled. The war was finally over, and everyone had made it through unharmed. For the first time in what seemed like decades, she felt truly at peace. Just being able to relax without the threat of being killed hanging over her was an immense blessing.
"...too, Priva... -fast's ready ... guys are worried." From somewhere off across the river, a dull voice echoed. Who was that? She couldn't quite make out the words. A moment later, the whole world began to shake. What was going on?! An earthqua...
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"Oi, come on now."...ke? As Lilly arrived back in the land of the conscious, she was greeted by the sight of a wooden ceiling above her, soreness and queasiness emanating from her stomach, and a certain Darcsen sergeant gently shaking her shoulder. What was going on?! Why was she back here?! The war had already... ... oh... Lilly's memories tumbled back to her as she recalled the final moments in yesterday's battle. The fighting, the shooting, her smoke grenade... the explosion that buried and impaled her...
"Where... where are we? Lilly's confused expression remained on her face as she slowly sat up (clutching blanket to her chest as she did) and looked around. The second floor of... what seemed like a farm house.
I guess we're still at the crossroads. When she got a reply confirming her conclusion, her heart sank. The mission was still on, and they had yet more fighting to do...
"...Very well, Sergeant." Lilly slowly shifted and swung her legs over the side of the bed so that she faced away from Harald, Sykora and Skye before hunching over and wiping the tears that were starting to form from her eyes. She was still in the war fighting for her life, and her stomach was occasionally giving her sharp pains and waves of nausea. She didn't know if that was from the after effects of the ragnaid or if there were still splinters stuck inside her, but one thing was for certain: her current situation was a far cry from the happiness and peace she had experienced in her dream. There was still a long way to go.
After she wiped her eyes, Lilly spotted her shredded uniform top hanging from a chair and her battered armor and remainder of uniform piled in a corner. That wouldn't do... despite her fragile mental state, Lilly's obsession with cleanliness still remained. Though she was dirty and dusty, and would probably not get to wash for the next several days, she at least demanded that she wear some clean and non-torn clothes. She had some spare clothes in her pack, the question was were did they put it... a brief search found that it had been stashed under the bed.
Once she had retrieved the shirt, she slowly stood up (not bothering to hold the blanket that was covering her in place), and began to dress. Shirt... first button, second button, third button... Pants... belt... socks... boots... armour... smallpack... Her single minded focus (brought on by the shock of recent events) prevented her from caring much about anything aside from the task immediately set in front of her, namely, if anyone was watching her dress herself. Once she had finished and was back in the uniform of a soldier, she turned and slowly walked towards the stairs. Sergeant Harald had said breakfast was ready. She should probably go downstairs to get some...
It didn't occur to her to check up with Harald or Skye before attempting to leave. Instead of acknowledging them, she just sort of trudged by, a mostly blank expression on her face.
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