[ All in all, it had been a fairly normal day for Honerva, or at least what would pass for one this month. She'd had a few incidents of getting tangled up in things, but that's because these new plants were strange and somewhat invasive. Interesting to learn about, but in the end, no real harm done.
Or so she had thought.
On this day when she arrived back home from whatever she had been attending to, Honerva is... tired. Her head hurts. She attributes this to her hair. It was not the first time; she presumed she was just getting tired from having to deal with the endeavors of these too frequent occurrences of having to free it from something. Her arm aches, though she attributes that to a previous injury, probably agitated from having to free her hair from things. Logical thought.
She should go right to her room, but she doesn't like to teleport when she's lightheaded. The living room is close enough, to wander to the couch; maybe just close her eyes there for a moment? And yet, something... wasn't right. She doesn't quite make it to the couch, instead dropping down to her knees, sitting where she was. Was this... that illness from beyond the walls, returned again? That's what it felt like. Despite all her layers she'd felt suddenly chilled.
Was anyone else home? No one seemed to be, but she'd left the door wide open when she had come in, and Kova nosed carefully at her in a concerned way before looking for help, as a proper pet might. Who knew how long that would take, though ... ]
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Or so she had thought.
On this day when she arrived back home from whatever she had been attending to, Honerva is... tired. Her head hurts. She attributes this to her hair. It was not the first time; she presumed she was just getting tired from having to deal with the endeavors of these too frequent occurrences of having to free it from something. Her arm aches, though she attributes that to a previous injury, probably agitated from having to free her hair from things. Logical thought.
She should go right to her room, but she doesn't like to teleport when she's lightheaded. The living room is close enough, to wander to the couch; maybe just close her eyes there for a moment? And yet, something... wasn't right. She doesn't quite make it to the couch, instead dropping down to her knees, sitting where she was. Was this... that illness from beyond the walls, returned again? That's what it felt like. Despite all her layers she'd felt suddenly chilled.
Was anyone else home? No one seemed to be, but she'd left the door wide open when she had come in, and Kova nosed carefully at her in a concerned way before looking for help, as a proper pet might. Who knew how long that would take, though ... ]