Y N A X A N D R A
With burning lungs and nearly unsupportive legs, Ynaxandra willed her feet one in front of the other away from the despicable prison as quickly as possible. Freedom, at last! ... Though the feeling was definitely not as liberating or joyous as she would have expected. A whole year in a dark, cold depression that only concrete could conjure, spent fighting away demons and visions that only she could see, did not take too kindly to the druid. She was merely a whisper of what she used to be - partly due to deterioration at the hand of her recreational hobby, and mostly due to her time in the cell. And in addition to her own woes were those of the animals that joined her at some point during her imprisonment, a torture that ranked high on her relatively short list of grievances in this life. Their faces as she darted past their cells punctured her consciousness as she made her way into the forrest, unsure really of where she was going but knowing there was an end goal.
Got to find her.
Have to find her.Were it not for a sudden, crazed concern for Miss Evlynne that washed over her like a waking wave which dispelled the neurosis that had been harvesting in her mind for nearly an hour, Yna would have freed those poor beasts before slashing their predators by her hand. But the safety of her only friend was paramount, as it had been for many years now. After all, it may very well be her fault that the woman could be anywhere, alive or dead. With practically no recollection of the immediate events that led to her imprisonment, Yna's paranoia could have conjured a million and one scenarios that ended with a heaping of self-blame. Thus, it seemed that guilt was her sole motivation as she passed bark after branch after hill; there wasn't so much consideration as to how exactly she had been freed. There were no clear signs as to who or what had released her from her chains, though she wouldn't be one to argue with fate. Then there was the matter of the glowing rock in her arm, a case that Ynaxandra had neither opened nor shut since its light had dimmed, as there really was no answer to what it was or how it got there. All she knew was that it wasn't impeding her quest to find Winters, and that was enough for now.
She traveled eastbound for an infinite amount of time, it seemed, before she reached a clearing that held a statue. As the druid neared it, its features became more and more familiar to her, until finally the name tumbled from her lips without thought: "
Evlynne?"
The stone began to crack and splinter, slowly revealing her beloved companion; soon she was fully freed from her casing and collapsed onto the ground. Ynaxandra had moved to attempt to catch her, but all the effort and the fatigue seemed to crash down on her at once and she instead fell down beside Evlynne. "
Oh, thank the Mother," Yna breathed in relief as the female coughed herself back to life. There were no words to explain what had happened to either of them, and even more importantly, there weren't enough apologies in existence to remedy what seemed to be a year of waiting for her. The elf didn't seem to mind, however, and appeared to be in the mood for some banter. But Ynaxandra was too tired from the worry and the physical exertion that she ignored the question and responded with one of her own.
"Are you alright?" The inquiry was a bit sharper than she'd intended, sounding much harsher by the lack of lubrication in her throat. But Evlynne should be used to this, as she should be used to the intense stare given off by the druid, who had struggled up onto her elbows in order to more closely inspect her.
@Ms Ravenwinter
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