[A Pernoa drabble involving her closure driven travel rp to Blade's Edge Mountains.]
This whole event probably would have been far more sentimental had she not been lying on a slab of rock. But this was it, her mentally sleep deprived thought process’s holy grail. A treasure hunt to a slip of sanity, even if only the chance at it. It was hard to gather at first from the bits and pieces she could manage from CLEARLY attention driven orcs, that could have sworn they had each seen it happen in a hit or miss span of about a mile. But that matched with the info she had gotten from Ganna’s guild and the map markers, this cold slab of solid ground beneath her had to be the spot.
“Figures this would be where you ended up.” Calmly muttered at an even tone. Fatigued and hollowed she spoke as her fingers splayed to dig into the ground. It was dry and sand like, as much of the Blade’s Edge mountains tended to be. Such a strange concept that while within it spanned out much like a forest, to have an outer shell like the back of a fel damned porcupine was just absurd. But it was typical of her sister, the be running around doing Thrall knows what in a place that felt as if nature itself had it out for you. Then again they did agree that Pernoa must have soaked up all the sense of self preservation their parents had between the two of them.
The lull out of consciousness had enveloped her for awhile, body still and quiet to match the still of her surroundings. The occasional shriek of what she could only assume to be some dying bird kept her tethered to awareness. Which she imagined was probably a last minute friend of Cal’s that was asked to keep an eye on her while she ‘coped’. And as much as she appreciated having that eye kept out for her, she could do without the occasional squawk of what she could only assume to be repetitive concern for her well being. That. . .and it was more amusing to picture an animal asking “You dead?” over and over again. But side tracking had been a crutch too long with this issue and she had come here with a purpose so she might as well take it in.
The closure over her sister’s passing was something she had wished would have been easier. Breaking things helped briefly, and then mindlessly keeping busy. Rearrange the apartment, go out and network for your medical practice, take up cooking more--anything to drown out the thoughts. Alcohol was a briefly contemplated and indulged release and when leaving the apartment itself proved useless she imagined this had to be it. To see it for her own eyes, get a sense of what it must have been like. How she would have felt, what she would have thought. Complete and total closure, and perhaps finally a good nights sleep. So she sat and she soaked whatever could quite be soaked up, a deep intake of breath that rolled out as a sigh. But it was heavy, far too heavy for someone who must feel as if the weight of a galaxy had been taken from their chest. But she sat still and steady as her fingers drummed against the ground. Perhaps it took a little time, the whole being at peace with yourself thing.
Squarrr--rk
If that animal didn’t make it as Cal’s companion he’ do fantastic as an alarm clock. It didn’t bother her persay but that fact that she hadn’t been given instant gratification convinced her that it was the fault of everything else around her. But it wasn’t the bird’s fault, that much was obvious. “Is this not the spot?” An eye cracked opened that was soon followed after the other one. A quick pan around before she sat upright, hands moving to wipe the dirt onto her pants. Perhaps that could be it, not as if she had hard proof exactly. The artistic talent of orcs that drew circles all over her map didn’t exactly lend to precision. It could be here, it could be five miles from here.
“I could have sworn this was it.” It came out hushed like before but held the slightest hint of panicky in tone. The map was snatched up as a finger trailed along the crude drawings. Eight out of the eleven or some odd circles were set clearly on the paper. And the other three didn’t hold much weight since two went off the page and the other was was a hole he had stabbed through the map. She had managed to decode what her sister's guild could tell her along with pull the attention of eleven Orc’s long enough to get them to draw on some paper. She had come all this way, all this forsakenly long and frustrating, not to mention terrifying way. To her this would, without a shadow of a doubt work, because it had to. She was a person and people need sleep to function and she was beginning to get pretty damn desperate without it.
“Well this obviously isn’t it.”
Her frame slowly rose from the ground as the sand billowed off in clumps. Her hands picked up where gravity left off, patting away any lingering dust or bugs that may have gotten too friendly. But there was no reason to linger here, not when she had been soo obviously wrong. There was noo way this could be the place, it just didn’t quite have that feeling. The feeling that she was soo sure she would have, the feeling that drove her on this wild goose chase. “Nope, not it.” Her head shook as she took another glance. She’d know it when she saw it, but this couldn’t be it. Because this had to work, this had to be the end.
