[ It is another panicked moment before she finally gets her bearings. Ciri yanks her hand free with a hiss, finally having found the end of her spear with the other-- but Istredd is lucky. His voice gets through before she can swing the sharpened-bone edge around into the back of his neck.
Struggling to sit up, Ciri pushes herself backwards, away a few more inches. She grips the short spear diagonally across the front of her body, point up. Defensive, while the reality of the situation sinks in.
Her bleary gaze finally lands on Istredd's face, this time with more coherence. ]
What do you want?
[ The words are bitten out between clenched teeth stained bloody. ]
no subject
Struggling to sit up, Ciri pushes herself backwards, away a few more inches. She grips the short spear diagonally across the front of her body, point up. Defensive, while the reality of the situation sinks in.
Her bleary gaze finally lands on Istredd's face, this time with more coherence. ]
What do you want?
[ The words are bitten out between clenched teeth stained bloody. ]