((OOC: Ugh, FINALLY!!! The labtop I "borrowed" from my mom blocked this and basically almost every other site for the longest time, but it seems to be acting nice today.
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Niola felt herself hurdling further and further away, into a dark abyss of no return. Her limb body was easily carried on a gentle stream of darkness as she plunged head-first into a pool of icy liquid. Oddly enough, the chilling sensation that prickles the body the moment it enters the freezing depths of a lake, pond, or any body of water in the middle of winter or fall did not overwhelm Niola; in fact, she felt absolutely warm. Such a feeling that wrapped around like the loving arms of a tender mother was both unexpected and pleasant. Then, as instantly as it came, a voice echoed out and dismissed the trickery of Death.
"Niola, wake up..."
The tone was concerned, reaching out to the drifting soul of Niola, like a beacon of light shooting forth from a distant plane (or dimension) and illuminating the darkness around her. Suddenly, Niola felt like she was trapped in the center of a towering tide called forth from a dangerous storm hovering far above. Guided by some unseen force, it thrashed upwards and then curved downwards to the painfully hard surface below. There was only one way to escape the unfortunate conclusion to her displeasingly realistic nightmare, and that was--
"Wake up...wake up...WAKE UP!"
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Niola felt her world spiral, and for a few seconds, she thought she was still engulfed in the nightmare. However, when she gazed into the sapphire hues of Cyr, slightly shadowed by his unkempt, coal colored bangs, she knew she was no longer dreaming. Taking a few deep breathes to clear the dizziness and allowing her eyes to adjust, Niola slowly sat up and studied Cyr's features. He looked like he had been plunged into a typhoon himself, his outfit in rags and his body in similar condition. If it wasn't for the gentle smile now on his lips, anyone would have sworn he was mad. The thought of how poor his condition was heavily outweighed her, so she beat him to the most long awaited question that had been lingering in the air since the moment he found Niola unconscious.
"Are you okay?" It was simple and frank, yet Niola couldn't help herself from blurting the question out.
"You look terrible -- ah, not to sound rude -- it's just...Did you get into a fight with someone so...ruthless? I saw the tree fall, and...some other figure. Cyr, what happened?"
((OOC: Sorry for the long wait. :x Finals and this computer...yeah...))