Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10197675-20140101230137/@comment-24123288-20140102030804

Eilonwyn was losing her link with Tyranil rather swiftly. She wasn't used to such magick, or any magick outside illusion for that matter.

...''scared...? ''

That was the last she heard of Tyranils predicament as she opened her eyes and gasped loudly, taking deep breaths, thankful to be out of his head.

The Dunmer found herself staring at Nishs belt, he was looking down at her with worry etched all over his face. Eilonwyn only just noticed that his hands were on her shoulders.

She tilted her head to look into his eyes, oddly feeling blood running from her nose. There was an odd ringing, buzzing noise in her ear and she swatted an imaginary fly.

"T-Tyranil he..." was all Eilonwyn could say before she blacked out, her head landing on Nishs stomach.

(Off to bed! It is almost 3.10 in the morning :) See you lot later! :3)