Scattering the roses;

[unicornered]

[ it was a blur, one Sharon had tried to latch onto, because she needed to know what had happened. It hadn't been long since her bond with Equus had returned, and she knew they'd been headed to Sablier, but whether they had been close and the Abyss' effects had come into play or whether it had been something else... she couldn't say. She had felt a tug (to put it lightly), and before she could call out to Break, she fell.

And kept falling.

Had she still had her ribbon, she would have lost it to the force tossing her in every which direction, but she can't bring herself to think of that right now, when it feels like she can't draw a breath under the weight of this pressure.

Then, abruptly, it ends. She has enough awareness to register that much, at least, that everything hurts and that the ground is hot-- but with the promise of something solid and a last thought towards her family, she loses consciousness.

Sorry, citizens of Xian Du, please don't mind that limp, somewhat battered blonde figure on the ground as you go about your day. ]

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[expendablepride]

[Even from the other end of the street, Alvin can hear the commotion long before he sees it. It's different from the day-to-day clamour of the merchants, of the monsters inside the city, and because it certainly isn't time for the tournaments again, it strikes Alvin as odd. He has half a mind to ignore the din however, as whatever is happening surely isn't of any consequence to him. Nothing is anymore. His house is empty, and in all honesty, he'd rather be back at Haven. Back where his presence means something, but he isn't and that's that.

In the end, he makes his way over the crowd of people, gently pushing through to see what the fuss is about, and once he sees the tiny heap on the floor, he freezes for all of several seconds before he steps into the circle the citizens have formed around her, and immediately, they hush. There is a short moment in which Alvin wasn't quite sure what to do with himself, wasn't sure if what he was seeing, who he was seeing, was real. Because it couldn't be.]

Sharon...?

[He doesn't think she can hear him, but he can't stop himself from calling her name all the same as he kneels down beside her. Passed out like that, she appears as fragile as ever, and as he goes to lift her up, arm circling behind her to support her shoulders, he's careful to treat her gently.]

Sharon...!

[unicornered]

[ she'd slept. Vulnerable, perhaps, just an exhausted young lady under a young man's care, but Sharon had felt safer than she had in days. She'd have to do something about her ribbon, but there were worse fates than having to wear one's hair down.

And as promised, they were Fennmont-bound. Sharon had been nothing but excitement wrapped up in habit-bred politeness, refraining from asking how long it would take or whether they were there yet. She's not a child, after all. She has control and composure.

But her eyes are wide when she finally catches a glimpse of that glowing light softening the darkness of a city that takes her breath away. ]

It's beautiful...