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Jun. 14th, 2022 12:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
leavethehealingtome[ As most things, it's his own fault, really. Driven by his almost desperate need to do something, to help somehow, Alphinaud had decided he could handle one more excursion into the Elban Rime before taking his rest. It had been easy enough to ignore the pains in his body, the thin stinging around his neck where just hours before a Garlean shock collar had dug into his skin; his exhaustion had been more apparent, but just as easy to push to the back of his mind. It was nothing, he'd justified to himself, in comparison to the plight of the people they were here to save.
But Garlemald is still foreign to Alphinaud, and he hasn't learned the temperamental nature of its climate. The wind had picked up almost as soon as he'd left the safety of Camp Broken Glass, but now-- now it's a full-force blizzard, obscuring his vision and battering at his body.
Thankfully, he happens across a small shack (likely a years-abandoned attempt at a farmstead) and manages to get inside, securing the door as best he can. Not even knowing if he'll be heard, he tries to transmit a message by linkpearl back to the camp, but hears nothing in response but silence in his ear.
And now... with nothing to distract him, no hearth (or ceruleum furnace) to warm him, all he can do is sit on the ground and curl into himself, waiting for the storm to pass. It's here that Alphinaud's exhaustion finally catches up to him: even in the thick layers of fleece and a heavy coat, he begins shuddering, chilled and hurting. ]
But Garlemald is still foreign to Alphinaud, and he hasn't learned the temperamental nature of its climate. The wind had picked up almost as soon as he'd left the safety of Camp Broken Glass, but now-- now it's a full-force blizzard, obscuring his vision and battering at his body.
Thankfully, he happens across a small shack (likely a years-abandoned attempt at a farmstead) and manages to get inside, securing the door as best he can. Not even knowing if he'll be heard, he tries to transmit a message by linkpearl back to the camp, but hears nothing in response but silence in his ear.
And now... with nothing to distract him, no hearth (or ceruleum furnace) to warm him, all he can do is sit on the ground and curl into himself, waiting for the storm to pass. It's here that Alphinaud's exhaustion finally catches up to him: even in the thick layers of fleece and a heavy coat, he begins shuddering, chilled and hurting. ]
