Edge of the World // Joining

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The first thing Solveig realized was pain. It radiated from her shoulder, sunken in like an old bruise, but oh so much worse. For one thing, it was hardly the most pleasant thing to wake to, felt before her consciousness had fully returned. Her breath drew in slowly at the muddle of voices began to chime in around her, faint, but growing louder as her eyes began to shift beneath her eyelids. People. She realized this fact at first, laying deadly still as one of them pressed to her shoulder, gritting her teeth through no more than a shift of her jaw to hinder what pain she felt there from the pressure. Good, her mind muddled through the thoughts slowly. Good.. Pressure to the wound. Wound- Wound, right. She... She fell- so where was here? Gods above, she was freezing, even despite the warmth of the sand beneath her- she was moved, the ocean sounded behind her. She exhaled slowly at the call for bandages, her breaths slowly evening out as her body relaxed. This was... as close to safety as she was presently going to get. In any case, these people seemed to be presenting no present harm to her.

"Fetch a blanket," the words came not from her lips, but from her mind itself, a telepathic message to any sensitive enough to breech the minds of, weak as it was for her own present lack of total awareness. She drew in another breath, then slowly exhaled again as her chin tilted upwards slightly against the sand, her eyelids opening to her pale violet-hued eyes, briefly flickering at the brightness of the area around her. Her mind was working, trying to piece together everything. Her shoulder was injured; she was freezing, though she might be just lucky enough to get away without too severe of hypothermia. What else, what else? "Where is this?"

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