07-08-2019, 08:10 AM
(07-08-2019, 02:26 AM)achroma Wrote:(07-07-2019, 10:42 PM)Lost Rinoah Wrote: A sudden tugging pulled at him, with a strong force, it made him suddenly feel like he was both moving very quickly and not moving at all, as if he was slowly being pulled apart somehow without having a body. Stronger, and stronger, and then it stopped. Slowly, sensation of some sort started to return. Suddenly, everything rushed back, feeling like a heavy impact as he was almost forced to wakefulness, as if he'd been wide awake this entire time, but far more out of it than normally possible. Sa'Nadil stood above him now, washing him softly with a soft cloth to remove the ink stains from his chest. A soft smell of burned oil lingered in the air, and the figurine is inside of Feizel's right hand. "You okay yet?"
”I’m doing quite well considering all things Nadil, although I feel... tired almost? It’s hard to put into words. An advanced tiredness if you would. He would watch Sa’Nadil work away The Ink and remain relaxed on the mat, as if this were normal “I noticed you blushing back there... is there something you want to say or just keep this strictly to business?”
Her face flushes slightly as he brings it up, but she refuses to respond to the question. Business preferred. "That's normal. Should only be momentary.. But the anchoring is done." She hands him back his shirt. Most of the stuff has been stowed supposedly, the oils and powder jars are missing. And she blows out the candle that had been burning near your side. Tsking herself as she picks up the fragments of one of the quartz cards she'd used. She'd accidentally broken one it seems. "Damn..."