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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Isida Kep'Tukari" data-source="post: 3038744" data-attributes="member: 4441">Drota looks faintly intimidated by all of this, the tenseness of her muscles and mask-like set of her face speak volumes.  "I've never slept like that, like a bat.  And I know little of ships," she says softly, then turns to Thurmgall.  "I too spent most of my life in caves.  And now... with the ship that flies and the mirror-man...  It is too strange for one orc mother.  I don't know what good I can do up there, in the open air.  There are too many places to go, not too many to hide..." Drota says, her voice getting quieter even as she starts to cram herself in a corner.  She wasn't nearly this bad in Sigil, the others can see that easily.  Drota herself hadn't even felt the fear coming upon her until it was there, robbing her of her strength and wits in a way nothing else had ever done.  Sigil at least had a bit of a roof, and the closeness of all the people wasn't entirely unfamiliar; orcs lived very closely.  The city itself was strange, but she had seen cities before from a distance, though she had never gone in.  The inhabitants were stranger, but Drota had coped by willfully not seeing.  Orc women were good at that when necessary.But it was the portal, the touch of the deep-winter cold, combined with the utterly alien vessels and crew that had undone her.  That bone-chilling cold had wrenched her away from her family, she had simply been examining a new cave and then… the cold has whisked her away to Sigil.  Her companions had been a tiny breath of familiar, and the Doomguard had offered her philosophy similar to her own, but now all that seemed gone.  The ground was gone from Drota’s world, all things familiar were forever lost.  She would have gratefully accepted a beating from her mate for her long absence, because at least that would have meant she was back in a world that she understood and people that used the same customs she knew.  The orc woman curled up into a ball, her back against the wall and her arms wrapped around her knees.  Her nails dug into her palms hard, attempting to hold onto something, something real in this strange new world.</blockquote>

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