[ Sahlin wakes with a start, eyes wide and wild, fingers curled tightly to whatever surface they can grasp. She is not one to enjoy waking up in strange places, too quick to jump to the worst possible conclusion, and this is no exception. It was horrible, disorientating, and she loathes every minute of it, quick to leave the room she found herself in and the stranger that greeted her.
She needed out, she felt like a concerned animal with no where to go, heart thundering in her veins. It's what has her pacing the halls, soft footfalls of bare feet her only real companion outside her racing pulse. Information, she needs to find more information, someone to confirm what she has already been told─ someone who can provide her with an advantage and, if possible, a way out.
The sooner she can leave this place the better.
With no real goal in mind the elf simply wanders the halls, green eyes bright as they glance about rapidly. A single hand reaches for a blade that is not there, and the other? Well, those who happen upon her might be quick to notice that she seems to be missing a hand as she reaches out to touch a wall, only to fall towards it hissing a curse between clenched teeth. ]
Damn it.
PHANOS.
[ Were it not for the dust storm she might have taken a moment to enjoy the fresh air and the gently feeling of sand between her toes, but it seems the storms had another plan for her entirely and instead she shield herself from it. It is frustrating, sand obscuring her vision, red hair whipping around her face, navigation is almost impossible though it doesn't make her any less determined.
She blinks and for a moment a shape appears in the distance, a shelter perhaps? ]
Over there!
[ Whatever it maybe be it is better than staying out in the storm, and she pushes forward without hesitation, weaving through the raging sands into the outcropping of a entrance to a smaller pyramid. ]
sahlin lavellan | dragon age: inquisition.
PHANOS.
WILDCARD.