Takes place following The Forgotten Realm Thread
Darkness surrounded Izira, trapped in the confines of her body like a babe in a crib. She couldn't move, couldn't speak. Her eyes saw nothing. Her mind floated in and out of hazy awareness, oblivious to the passage of time. Sometimes she thought she heard a man speaking to her, his rough voice softened with concern. Other times her mind stirred, sensing things around her yet unable to respond to them in any way. The movement of a brush through her hair. The dampness of a cloth over her skin. The delicate pressure of a cat's feet as it moved around her form. The soft fur of a rabbit beneath her idle hand. Desperately, she wanted to react. But every time she pushed her mind to find some purchase of control over her body, it only served to quicken her collapse back into unconsciousness. Eventually, Izira learned to be the still and silent observer, drifting in and out as time ticked on.
Darkness surrounded Izira, trapped in the confines of her body like a babe in a crib. She couldn't move, couldn't speak. Her eyes saw nothing. Her mind floated in and out of hazy awareness, oblivious to the passage of time. Sometimes she thought she heard a man speaking to her, his rough voice softened with concern. Other times her mind stirred, sensing things around her yet unable to respond to them in any way. The movement of a brush through her hair. The dampness of a cloth over her skin. The delicate pressure of a cat's feet as it moved around her form. The soft fur of a rabbit beneath her idle hand. Desperately, she wanted to react. But every time she pushed her mind to find some purchase of control over her body, it only served to quicken her collapse back into unconsciousness. Eventually, Izira learned to be the still and silent observer, drifting in and out as time ticked on.