When Lara wakes up, she is greeted by a large pair of solid black eyes.
She blinks.
The creature blinks back. Then it nuzzles her cheek; its fur tickles, but she lacks the energy to start at it.
This is not the battlefield. She's warmer, and indoors. This is not the castle, either. Prana flows through this place, but of a vastly different sort, and though what she can see of her surroundings resembles a basement, it's no basement she knows.
She remembers breaking, and falling, and after that...nothing at all. Probability suggests she should be dead, yet she is demonstrably not.
"What," she begins, but her throat gives out before the thought is completed.
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Date: 2013-03-31 06:54 pm (UTC)She blinks.
The creature blinks back. Then it nuzzles her cheek; its fur tickles, but she lacks the energy to start at it.
This is not the battlefield. She's warmer, and indoors. This is not the castle, either. Prana flows through this place, but of a vastly different sort, and though what she can see of her surroundings resembles a basement, it's no basement she knows.
She remembers breaking, and falling, and after that...nothing at all. Probability suggests she should be dead, yet she is demonstrably not.
"What," she begins, but her throat gives out before the thought is completed.