As she ran out of arrows, it was clear the fighting was nigh over. From what she could see, perched on this hillside, they'd managed to hold. She only wondered how the cost would tally. Ceren rolled her head around in a slow circle, then rolled her shoulders as well. She'd be a bit sore in the morning. The grand magical display was... extinguished, or whatever their word for it was. Ceren tried to examine her arm in what light the moon provided, but could tell little. It had mostly stopped bleeding, she thought, and it was starting to throb something fierce. The high of combat was fading.
With a sigh, Ceren turned to her prisoner. "Come on, then." she grunted as she lifted the woman's weight. But she hung so limp and heavy that Ceren paused, putting her hand beneath the woman's nose. Nothing. She touched along the woman's neck, trying to find the spot where a pulse could be felt. Nothing. Shifting the woman around, Ceren then noticed where the grass beneath the woman was dark. When she touched the grass, her finger tips came away wet, inky black in the moonlight. She turned the woman over and there... the wound at the back of her head was easy enough to see. Frustrated, Ceren dropped the woman's weight, leaving her slumped in the grass and whistled for Rabbit.
She arrived back at the camp and the others in time to nod at Caro's order. She reined Rabbit in a circle, eyes searching until they spotted Esme and some of the Dogs tending to... Karvil. Damn. Ceren knew better to interrupt Esme's important work, so she whispered a quick prayer to the wind that she could help the man and went about her own work.
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It was some hours later when Ceren slid out of Rabbit's saddle. One of the caravan survivors took him and the four horses she'd managed to recover to brush down, water, and feed. She was grateful. She hurt to her bones and she couldn't decide if she was too hungry to sleep, or too tired to eat. By the faint shift in light to the east... it seemed it wouldn't really matter. She'd likely not get either.
With a sigh, Ceren turned to her prisoner. "Come on, then." she grunted as she lifted the woman's weight. But she hung so limp and heavy that Ceren paused, putting her hand beneath the woman's nose. Nothing. She touched along the woman's neck, trying to find the spot where a pulse could be felt. Nothing. Shifting the woman around, Ceren then noticed where the grass beneath the woman was dark. When she touched the grass, her finger tips came away wet, inky black in the moonlight. She turned the woman over and there... the wound at the back of her head was easy enough to see. Frustrated, Ceren dropped the woman's weight, leaving her slumped in the grass and whistled for Rabbit.
She arrived back at the camp and the others in time to nod at Caro's order. She reined Rabbit in a circle, eyes searching until they spotted Esme and some of the Dogs tending to... Karvil. Damn. Ceren knew better to interrupt Esme's important work, so she whispered a quick prayer to the wind that she could help the man and went about her own work.
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It was some hours later when Ceren slid out of Rabbit's saddle. One of the caravan survivors took him and the four horses she'd managed to recover to brush down, water, and feed. She was grateful. She hurt to her bones and she couldn't decide if she was too hungry to sleep, or too tired to eat. By the faint shift in light to the east... it seemed it wouldn't really matter. She'd likely not get either.
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