Title: Drained
Author: Lady Sandry
Summary: Sandry feels the effects of the magical weaving she did, trapped during the earthquake. This is set right after they're rescued, in the temple infirmary.
Disclaimer: Sandry and the Circle of Magic world belong to the great Tamora Pierce, not me. I'm making no money off this, it's just for fun. Ok? Got it? Good, nobody sue me.
A/N: This is in the style of my Uvumi series, but not a part of it. If you like this though, you may want to check them out.
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I have learned the meaning of exhaustion. I have been tired before, so sleepy that keeping my eyes open became a great task. But I never knew what it meant to be exhausted, not until now.
What happened a few days ago still feels unreal. Four children, trapped in a cave when the earth fell in, and alive to tell the tale. How we're alive, that, that is the stuff of legends. And I'm no legend, I'm just me. Just Sandry. I can't wrap my mind around what happened, but the burning red welts that cross my hands, and the lingering of the terror I felt, trapped in the dark, reminds me just how real it is.
This infirmary is a decent place, clean and sweet smelling, and the sunlight paints patterns on the wooden floor. But I would very much like to go home. Home, when did I start thinking of Discipline cottage as home? Truly, I've never had a home, not a real one. We traveled to often for that. It's a nice feeling, to belong somewhere.
Belonging was something I felt strongly, while the earthquake rolled over us. Even though we were fighting for our lives, we were doing it together. Not that I'd want to do anything like that again, mind. I do wonder if that… unity, I think would be the word, will fade, now the danger's passed. I wove us together, something I can't even begin to think of now, for fear of making my headache worse. Will we split apart again? Gods, I hope not. I don't think I'd want to lose that feeling.
Niko and Lark were here earlier, to explain what happened. Honored Huath, Gods curse him, tried to trap and earthquake. Trap it. The utter stupidity of some people! It is not kind to speak ill of the dead, but my hands burn and my head aches, and the acid taste of fear hasn't completely left my mouth. That man has much to answer for, even in the realms of the dead.
Amazingly enough, I can feel myself getting sleepy again. Again! The others are already asleep, and I don't think it will be long before I join them. Niko told us the kind magic we did is draining. Thanks ever so, Niko, but I believe we had worked that out for ourselves.
I can't seem to get comfortable, even on the soft pillows. The world still isn't holding completely steady. Drained is a perfect word for what I feel, and it's not a pleasant feeling. We really need to learn to control and direct our magic, I'd rather not feel like this again for a good long while. What happened was horrible, and not just for us. I do wonder what effects what we did down in that cave will have though. I have a feeling they may be farther reaching than we think.
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