[center][b]Iona, Scout Recruit of Imara Recon
Unknown Plains Beyond the Mountain Line[/b][/center]

The girl's head throbbed with a pain as she stirred back to life. Around her the short plains grass waved around in the small breezes that did come in little huffs. She tried to recall what had happened. What did she do to get herself laid out flat on the ground? Then it came to her in flashes, flashes that made her little head throb even more. Her mouth, Izuzu, had been frightened by something out in the distance during her first solo recon mission. She had attempted to force the poor lizard-beast into walking towards the unknown anamoly, but it was having none of that. It panicked and reacted much the way a wild animal would. It threw her off saddle and that's when she remembered it all going black. 

She groaned now at the jabbing to her side and back. Iona stirred before pushing herself into an upright position. The day was bright and the sun brighter. The tribal girl used one hand to her eyes from the sun and looked to the person that poked at her now. That's when a fright took hold of her. Who in Imara's name was poking her, and why out here at that? The young woman jumped to her feet and regretted that instantly. The rush that came to her head nearly caused her to black out again, but instead forced her into a heavy stagger. "Get away!" she said in a hoarse voice in her Ethicarian language. 

Her hands went to her head where she gripped it attempting to stop the pulsating pain. "Away, please," she said now in the Common tongue. Her hair, usually long and flowing like a river of red, was matted and caked with blood. Still, in fear and determination, she searched for her spear. The grass proved to be a good hider of such things and the weapon that she so dearly held was no where to be found. "My spear," she whispered before placing her eyes on man in front of her again. "Where am I?" she asked before the pain won against her conscienceness. The girl felt herself fall but didn't feel the impact from the ground.