she had been HIT. hit by a glinting sword that had been slicing through the air. it didn’t matter if it belonged to a rebel or a pirate, nerissa had been caught in the CROSSFIRE. bubbling anger had immediately been subdued by the searing PAIN that had overcome her. survival instincts had kicked in for the mermaid and she limped her way to what seemed to be an abandoned tavern. the brunette didn’t have an actual place to call her own and before nerissa knew it, a whole day had passed and she had yet to tend to her wound. how could she care for an injury if her number of possessions was S C A R C E? gritted teeth and evident pain were what greeted the other who wandered into the shambled structure. “just go,” nerissa murmured under her breath.
