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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Macv12" data-source="post: 6775189" data-attributes="member: 6801600">With a gasp, Shen's eyes shoot open, her entire body jolting like a slammed door. Alive? She's alive. But where the hell is this?She sits up, eyes wheeling across the room. It is a room. Her chest hurts, either from forgetting to breathe or breathing too hard, she's not sure which. Someone rushes over to her, a grizzled halfing, telling her to lay back down.She does. With her lungs working right again, she's hit with steady, rocking waves of pain from her upper belly, back, and thigh, all complaining heatedly at how she woke them up. Whoever invented waking up should be hanged. It's always a bad sign to her, because it either means a hangover or lots of stitches. And the feeling is awful, like her brain is trapped somewhere else and being slowly yanked back into her head like grease through a straw. How can people stand doing it every day?But slowly, she remembers. This is some guild place Daedarai found. The desert, the goblins...that weird guy...yeah, that was real. The rest was just a dream. That same stupid nightmare of that day one year ago. At least trancing, she can control those things a little. Unconscious, she's defenseless against whatever her idiot brain wants to ambush her with. She's getting sick and tired of seeing Donut in everything; assaulting her with his last moments, in her sleep, is just unfair.Well, there's one way to clear her head for now: its not a very big head, so she can just fill it with new stuff until the old stuff gets pushed out. Time for a walk. Standing up isn't so bad, she finds. She's surprised these wounds laid her so low, really; she's almost sure she's had worse and been fine. Must have been that time in the desert, she's losing her touch. The medic lets her out without fuss. Apparently as long as she can stand, she's not his problem anymore.Before she even gets going, she's distracted by a tiny sound, not quite loud enough to hear, but familiar nonetheless. It changes as she moves around the city: low and thrumming near the ground, whispering near the water, sighing when she stands in the wind atop some building, and chittering near throngs of people. It's a sound she hasn't heard in at least a year. She'd figured this city and the whole desert just lacked it, but maybe she's finally attuning to the place or something. It's a sound she learned from forest elves, and they called it "nature breathing." It's faint, but there. Different, though. Like murmuring through a wall. Must be the city.She's having trouble concentrating on the city; she loses her way through the streets more than once before backtracking to something she recognizes. Might not be the best time to be wandering around. Maybe the others will be ready to head to a bar or something by the time she gets back.[sblock]Running long, so cutting it off for now. Let's figure out what cool junk we found, drink to life, and check in on our new friend.[/sblock]</blockquote>

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