Several days had gone by since the attack. Tarna looked at her reflection in the mirror, the bruises and swelling were almost to the point of fading completely. Fast healing, perhaps one thing she should be grateful to her mother for.
A sigh as she exited the main bath and entered her room. Her new place rested just across the street from A Stitch in Time. A very barren new place. As soon as she was fully healed she needed to go get furniture and attempt to make the place look more homey.
Her eyes skimmed over her bedding. Empty. Last night it had only been her, like it used to be before coming to Rhy'Din... before regaining control of her life. With help from mom, the bitter thought tagged on. Ah well... let it be. The woman did not ask for anything in return... and should she ever show up to do so, Tarna would simple deny her. She had that right now.
Tarna hadn't really put much thought into her life until after she was attacked. The moment of being attack, of having to fight for her life, of deciding never to bend to another's will.. empowered her a little. Still, it didn't make it any easier to deal with sudden new areas of life.
A man. A man who swelled her heart... making it race. A man she longed for... but then was still afraid to have. She was afraid she would give herself to him... only for him to turn it into nothing. She dearly hoped that would not happen... but the fear of it kept her at a distance to him at times.
Still, she obeyed his instructions to stay off her ankle... for the most part. And she hadn't left the apartment since he had returned her here that one day from the inn. Though, she was starting to go a little stir crazy being in the apartment alone, now, for so long. She was more concerned for him... his work.
It was early...
He would come.
A sigh as she exited the main bath and entered her room. Her new place rested just across the street from A Stitch in Time. A very barren new place. As soon as she was fully healed she needed to go get furniture and attempt to make the place look more homey.
Her eyes skimmed over her bedding. Empty. Last night it had only been her, like it used to be before coming to Rhy'Din... before regaining control of her life. With help from mom, the bitter thought tagged on. Ah well... let it be. The woman did not ask for anything in return... and should she ever show up to do so, Tarna would simple deny her. She had that right now.
Tarna hadn't really put much thought into her life until after she was attacked. The moment of being attack, of having to fight for her life, of deciding never to bend to another's will.. empowered her a little. Still, it didn't make it any easier to deal with sudden new areas of life.
A man. A man who swelled her heart... making it race. A man she longed for... but then was still afraid to have. She was afraid she would give herself to him... only for him to turn it into nothing. She dearly hoped that would not happen... but the fear of it kept her at a distance to him at times.
Still, she obeyed his instructions to stay off her ankle... for the most part. And she hadn't left the apartment since he had returned her here that one day from the inn. Though, she was starting to go a little stir crazy being in the apartment alone, now, for so long. She was more concerned for him... his work.
It was early...
He would come.