@questionable-breads thought this pic was a good story starter and I quite agree. This isn’t a story by any means, but it was a fun way to spend my lunch break. ( @miniature-knight Let me know if this is outta line)
Yvainne came back bit by bit, rather than all at once.
Before anything else came the sense of waking, of being again, after a long, long time.
Then touch. Cold rock beneath, damp air on her cheek, warmth in the armor plates on her back, the heaviness of her body.
Then sound. Distant birds, water dripping and pebbles clattering and footsteps.
“How will I know,” she had asked the mages, before the long sleep began. “How will I know how long it has been?”
Then answer had not satisfied her at the time but they were right.
She could sense the time in the air, just as surely as the cool temperature and the smell of damp rocks and moss.
Her eyelids were heavy still and her mind hazy. She let herself sit and breathe, eyes closed.
Even without seeing, the cause of her waking was clear. Clattering pebbles, footsteps: someone was here.
Yvainne took a deep breath.