She could not recall the past couple of hours well enough to string her memories into a comprehensible line of events. Too much confusion, too much pain. It consumed her body and mind, cursing her with foggy thoughts and blurry vision. The last thing she could remember in full? Was punching the guild master of Black Rose. The punch, that had managed to allow her to kill herself. It did not take a rocket science to realize what she had done. Astrid made the connection as early as the overwhelming pain that tore apart her soul, and it was only confirmed more when she felt the unborn soul suddenly fade from Izayuki's body. Though the punch and the knock back by the god slayer's dark magic was all she could clearly recall before everything else was nothing but a simple blur. She could remember awakening in her brother's arms as he carried her home, and then it was darkness. She could remember awakening once more in her bed, and then darkness again. Finally, she could remember a cat. An odd thing, a cat. A familiar cat. She was unsure of how familiar it was, but she could swear she had seen it before. A little after returning to Phoenix Mountains Astrid had tried to go back to Black Rose in order to exact her revenge, despite her horrid and beaten state. Revenge had been the only thing in the girl's one track mind, to make that damned guild pay with their blood for murdering her family and friends. But that cat... The strange yellow cat... There was something about it that the elf just couldn't seem to shake. Her feet moved by themselves, and the thought of revenge sunk further and further into the mist of her mind.
Follow the cat, her mind whispered.
Follow the cat.
She awoke once again. Though this time, her mind was in a much better state. Granted, it still hurt like hell. But after taking a super charged ice blast straight on anyone would be hurting a little. Despite the pain though, her thoughts were a little more collected. Her movements were not someone else's but rather her own, the mist within her mind was lifting, and the numbing pain was slowly but surely subsiding.
The only question was... Where was she?
Reddened eyes slowly blinked open against the light of the small room, staring up at a ceiling that was not her own. It took a few seconds of staring, mostly to due to not even recognizing she was somewhere completely at first as her body and mind always needed a few seconds to process her situations. This, would be no different. However, it did not take long for the elf to know something was up when instead of tiles the ceiling in this room was smooth. Astrid may be a little on the dim side with most things, but she always managed to recognize small details like that despite having the attention span of a chipmunk.
Noticing this, she sat up. Though, she did so a little too fast as the front of her head began to pound again. She winched back, placing her forehead into the palm of her hand to try and sooth the throbbing. She clenched the silky bed sheets that draped the bed underneath her tightly, as if she was trying to create another pain in her hand so the pain from her head seemed small in comparison. Though, despite her efforts, it wasn't really working.
Squinting through a pained look she glanced around the room, despite her vision still being a bit blurry from the pain and being in the process of waking up. Everything was grainy and lacked proper shape, but even so she could tell this room was not her's. The smell, the visuals, the feel. Nothing. This was not her home, nor something she recognized in the slightest.
"... What... Is this?" She managed to ask aloud, finding it hard to speak with the intense pain and wooziness.
Follow the cat, her mind whispered.
Follow the cat.
She awoke once again. Though this time, her mind was in a much better state. Granted, it still hurt like hell. But after taking a super charged ice blast straight on anyone would be hurting a little. Despite the pain though, her thoughts were a little more collected. Her movements were not someone else's but rather her own, the mist within her mind was lifting, and the numbing pain was slowly but surely subsiding.
The only question was... Where was she?
Reddened eyes slowly blinked open against the light of the small room, staring up at a ceiling that was not her own. It took a few seconds of staring, mostly to due to not even recognizing she was somewhere completely at first as her body and mind always needed a few seconds to process her situations. This, would be no different. However, it did not take long for the elf to know something was up when instead of tiles the ceiling in this room was smooth. Astrid may be a little on the dim side with most things, but she always managed to recognize small details like that despite having the attention span of a chipmunk.
Noticing this, she sat up. Though, she did so a little too fast as the front of her head began to pound again. She winched back, placing her forehead into the palm of her hand to try and sooth the throbbing. She clenched the silky bed sheets that draped the bed underneath her tightly, as if she was trying to create another pain in her hand so the pain from her head seemed small in comparison. Though, despite her efforts, it wasn't really working.
Squinting through a pained look she glanced around the room, despite her vision still being a bit blurry from the pain and being in the process of waking up. Everything was grainy and lacked proper shape, but even so she could tell this room was not her's. The smell, the visuals, the feel. Nothing. This was not her home, nor something she recognized in the slightest.
"... What... Is this?" She managed to ask aloud, finding it hard to speak with the intense pain and wooziness.
