Citrine

[dramatispersonae]

[You find yourselves surrounded by mud walls and a ceiling, the grass of the clearing still dense under your feet. The room is well-lit by the usual lights that litter Aather during the night. There is a small pool of water in one corner and a piece of paper stuck to one of the walls]

Comments

[youhadmefromhello]

[t-trying to sit up]

Turn? What happened?

[lightmyfire]

That damn fish bitch! My arm's broken.

[youhadmefromhello]

Just from drinkin' that?! What the hell!