Post by Lyaera Amavaintria on Jan 10, 2013 13:14:25 GMT -5
By the time she opened her eyes, Lyaera found herself in bed in--what appeared to be--an army tent, lifting herself up only caused her to lay back down as one hand met her head and the other on her ribs. "Shit!" she cursed under her breath, taking a sharp yet deep breath to ignore the pain she was in at that given moment. Pulling the sheet off her body, she looked to see her torso had been bandaged and had only her underwear to cover any of her woman parts, she grimaced at the thought of whoever had touched her body and witnessed it in such an unclothed state.
With a steady breath she lifted herself quickly off the bed, wandering around the tent in search of a form of clothing. After a moment of searching, she came across a trunk and upon opening it... a look of horror spread across her face along with a chill running down her spine. "Oh, for the love of--..." she muttered, pulling out the various fancy dresses and holding them with just her index finger and thumb like they were something vile. Without hesitation, she tossed them over her shoulder, digging deeper into the trunk to the point where she was waist deep.
"Frilly? Ruffles? ... Oh, Creators, what in the Blight's name is that monstrosity?" came her muffled voice as more fancy pieces of clothing were thrown out of the trunk "... hmm... ah ha!" As if by luck, she emerged from the trunk, pulling out a decent attire - Orlesian, definitely Orlesian... it'd have to do for now. Once she got changed into the suitable attire, it was then she caught her reflection in the mirror... much to her dismay. "Well... I'm not under your control any longer, so it looks like I can look how I please," she smirked at her reflection as if it would protest to her cutting her waist long hair. She searched along the dresser-like table and found a pair of fairly decent scissors, eventually getting to work on her hair, chopping rather lengthy chunks until it was just above breast-length, then tied it up with her fringe still framing her face with the exception of the few strands that covered her left eye a bit.
She arched a brow at the different types of make-up before disregarding them and made her way out of the tent only to be met with various faces, their hopeful looks soon turned to ones of shock and confusion which only caused her to give the same look before walking past them as if they were something bizarre.
So, she was in an army camp it seemed, she could live with that... though she did need answers. That man from before, she had fainted before he could even tell her his name, and that elf... she felt an odd yet unfamiliar feeling when she looked at him earlier - knowing for a fact that she had never met him before in her life, unless the persona had something messed up her emotions. Suddenly, her eyes attention were caught by a cart of red apples being pulled past and then her stomach growled, almost instantly she grabbed three of them placing one in her pouch whilst biting in turn into each apple in her hand. Then fresh bread rolls went by and she took some of them, too, and soon began stuffing her face in a rather non-ladylike manner which only caused more curious looks to appear on the features of the men.
Swallowing a bit too quickly, Lyaera felt a mix between bread and apple lodged in her throat which then caused her to nab the bottle of ale from an unsuspecting soldier and down what was left, much to the dismay of the solder, when he went back to his drink... he found it empty.
Letting out a satisfied sigh, she proceeded to eat her apples but not so peacefully it seemed as a man wearing an apron came running up to her. "Miss Sora! I have found you! Zis is a disaster, the breakfast hour is fast approaching and I do not have my star helper! You must come with me right now!" the Orlesian sounding cook said a rather bit too dramatically for her tastes, and before she knew it--with her apple still in her mouth--she was being dragged off. "Nhey!! Whast nar yue doin'!?" came her muffle cries of protest as she easily pulled her arm from his grasp and soon took off, this was getting a bit too crazy for her liking. She could hear him cry out to her, rolling her eyes as he proceeded to call her by that pathetic slave name of hers. He just wouldn't give up as she chased her around the camp.
"Give up already, will ya!?" she shouted back at him, pulling the apple from her mouth and chewed quickly. Before she knew it, she had barged into the Captain's tent, running around a round table used to strategy planning with the cook running around with her. "Uh... not to be rude, but could you tell him to stop?" she said in-between panting as her eyes fell across a familiar human's face, before then running up behind him and clasping the clothing on his back as she hid, peeking out from behind him to see that that cook had stopped while she on the other hand seemed very much confused as well as a bit amused by the whole situation.
With a steady breath she lifted herself quickly off the bed, wandering around the tent in search of a form of clothing. After a moment of searching, she came across a trunk and upon opening it... a look of horror spread across her face along with a chill running down her spine. "Oh, for the love of--..." she muttered, pulling out the various fancy dresses and holding them with just her index finger and thumb like they were something vile. Without hesitation, she tossed them over her shoulder, digging deeper into the trunk to the point where she was waist deep.
"Frilly? Ruffles? ... Oh, Creators, what in the Blight's name is that monstrosity?" came her muffled voice as more fancy pieces of clothing were thrown out of the trunk "... hmm... ah ha!" As if by luck, she emerged from the trunk, pulling out a decent attire - Orlesian, definitely Orlesian... it'd have to do for now. Once she got changed into the suitable attire, it was then she caught her reflection in the mirror... much to her dismay. "Well... I'm not under your control any longer, so it looks like I can look how I please," she smirked at her reflection as if it would protest to her cutting her waist long hair. She searched along the dresser-like table and found a pair of fairly decent scissors, eventually getting to work on her hair, chopping rather lengthy chunks until it was just above breast-length, then tied it up with her fringe still framing her face with the exception of the few strands that covered her left eye a bit.
She arched a brow at the different types of make-up before disregarding them and made her way out of the tent only to be met with various faces, their hopeful looks soon turned to ones of shock and confusion which only caused her to give the same look before walking past them as if they were something bizarre.
So, she was in an army camp it seemed, she could live with that... though she did need answers. That man from before, she had fainted before he could even tell her his name, and that elf... she felt an odd yet unfamiliar feeling when she looked at him earlier - knowing for a fact that she had never met him before in her life, unless the persona had something messed up her emotions. Suddenly, her eyes attention were caught by a cart of red apples being pulled past and then her stomach growled, almost instantly she grabbed three of them placing one in her pouch whilst biting in turn into each apple in her hand. Then fresh bread rolls went by and she took some of them, too, and soon began stuffing her face in a rather non-ladylike manner which only caused more curious looks to appear on the features of the men.
Swallowing a bit too quickly, Lyaera felt a mix between bread and apple lodged in her throat which then caused her to nab the bottle of ale from an unsuspecting soldier and down what was left, much to the dismay of the solder, when he went back to his drink... he found it empty.
Letting out a satisfied sigh, she proceeded to eat her apples but not so peacefully it seemed as a man wearing an apron came running up to her. "Miss Sora! I have found you! Zis is a disaster, the breakfast hour is fast approaching and I do not have my star helper! You must come with me right now!" the Orlesian sounding cook said a rather bit too dramatically for her tastes, and before she knew it--with her apple still in her mouth--she was being dragged off. "Nhey!! Whast nar yue doin'!?" came her muffle cries of protest as she easily pulled her arm from his grasp and soon took off, this was getting a bit too crazy for her liking. She could hear him cry out to her, rolling her eyes as he proceeded to call her by that pathetic slave name of hers. He just wouldn't give up as she chased her around the camp.
"Give up already, will ya!?" she shouted back at him, pulling the apple from her mouth and chewed quickly. Before she knew it, she had barged into the Captain's tent, running around a round table used to strategy planning with the cook running around with her. "Uh... not to be rude, but could you tell him to stop?" she said in-between panting as her eyes fell across a familiar human's face, before then running up behind him and clasping the clothing on his back as she hid, peeking out from behind him to see that that cook had stopped while she on the other hand seemed very much confused as well as a bit amused by the whole situation.
