It had been a few days - almost a week - since Kacey had been knocked on the head by a flying manhole cover. She'd been lucky that a stranger - who later introduced himself as Vic - had seen her, gotten her to a safe place, and bandaged her head. Given his wariness around her when she came to, it was even more lucky than she initially thought.
Now, however, she stood in front of the dingy mirror in her cramped room and carefully unwound the bandage around her head. The padding above the left temple, where the heavy object had actually struck, was next. Carefully, with calloused fingertips, she probed at the scab, explored the edges of the lump that was finally fading. Satisfied with its healing progress, Kacey finally did what she had been avoiding for days. She looked at her own face in the mirror, looked into her own eyes.
What she saw was a rather ordinary face - pretty, but not beautiful on the level of most women she had seen here, with a strong nose and chin. Long hours outside had worked their way onto her skin, leaving it tanned, weathered, with lighter creases at the corners of her eyes from squinting and from smiling. All in all, she was an unremarkable looking woman, and she knew it. She was distracting herself from what she saw as a ghost in the back of her dark brown eyes. Fear.
The injury had brought back memories she'd been trying to run from. Memories of days when injuries were commonplace, and she had dealt out as many as she received. Memories from days when she had held her weapons in competent hands, and felt no more fear than excitement at the battle to come. Memories from before her life had shattered, and she had left everything, everybody she knew, to make a new life in a far land.
Finally, with an almost physical wrench, she tore her gaze away from her own eyes in the mirror and looked down at her hands, then reached for her moneybelt. Satisfied with the amount she found there, she decided to head to the Red Dragon Inn. She found comfort in watching people, being in or near a crowd instead of alone with her thoughts. Despite the conflicts that arose in there from time to time, that sent her hands twitching toward the places where she used to carry weapons and set her to trembling and shaking when she got home, it was still better than staying at home, alone with her memories....
Now, however, she stood in front of the dingy mirror in her cramped room and carefully unwound the bandage around her head. The padding above the left temple, where the heavy object had actually struck, was next. Carefully, with calloused fingertips, she probed at the scab, explored the edges of the lump that was finally fading. Satisfied with its healing progress, Kacey finally did what she had been avoiding for days. She looked at her own face in the mirror, looked into her own eyes.
What she saw was a rather ordinary face - pretty, but not beautiful on the level of most women she had seen here, with a strong nose and chin. Long hours outside had worked their way onto her skin, leaving it tanned, weathered, with lighter creases at the corners of her eyes from squinting and from smiling. All in all, she was an unremarkable looking woman, and she knew it. She was distracting herself from what she saw as a ghost in the back of her dark brown eyes. Fear.
The injury had brought back memories she'd been trying to run from. Memories of days when injuries were commonplace, and she had dealt out as many as she received. Memories from days when she had held her weapons in competent hands, and felt no more fear than excitement at the battle to come. Memories from before her life had shattered, and she had left everything, everybody she knew, to make a new life in a far land.
Finally, with an almost physical wrench, she tore her gaze away from her own eyes in the mirror and looked down at her hands, then reached for her moneybelt. Satisfied with the amount she found there, she decided to head to the Red Dragon Inn. She found comfort in watching people, being in or near a crowd instead of alone with her thoughts. Despite the conflicts that arose in there from time to time, that sent her hands twitching toward the places where she used to carry weapons and set her to trembling and shaking when she got home, it was still better than staying at home, alone with her memories....