Mother of Pearl
Despite the fact that Sorel wasn’t pursuing, Joza’s legs continued to push her further into the forest. The more distance she put between her and Sorel, the worse she felt. Her skin was on fire, burning with perspiration at the back of her neck and the crown of her hair, beads of sweat dripping down her face and into her eyes. She felt ill, her stomach flipping and twisting into impossible knots over and over.
What have I done? Why? Did it make you feel good? Schutta.
In a strange way, Joza understood why she did what she did. But she didn’t like it, and just as she’d fled from Sorel, she ran from her problem. Finally making it to her ship, the Zeltron had barely cleared the ramp before she collapsed to the floor and vomited. A heavy sob wracked her body, but the urge to leave was even greater. Even if a part of her wanted to turn back and help Sorel, she just couldn’t push herself to do that.
Clambering upwards on shaking legs, the corrupt Knight headed for the controls.
[member="Sorel Crieff"]
[Exit]
What have I done? Why? Did it make you feel good? Schutta.
In a strange way, Joza understood why she did what she did. But she didn’t like it, and just as she’d fled from Sorel, she ran from her problem. Finally making it to her ship, the Zeltron had barely cleared the ramp before she collapsed to the floor and vomited. A heavy sob wracked her body, but the urge to leave was even greater. Even if a part of her wanted to turn back and help Sorel, she just couldn’t push herself to do that.
Clambering upwards on shaking legs, the corrupt Knight headed for the controls.
[member="Sorel Crieff"]
[Exit]
