OOC: "Five More Minutes"
Apr. 29th, 2010 05:03 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
muteadinNightsong Woods had the unfortunate side effect of rendering a traveler completely unaware of what time it actually was. Nehaalista was sure that this was fine for the Night Elves that populated the region, but as she fought to awaken herself in the early morning, decided then and there that these woods were not for her.
In Tuurem growing up, it had been overcast fairly often thanks to the impressively tall trees. But never had it made her sleepy, nor want to roll over and go back to sleep.
Get up, she told her body, groggy and wan. Get up, Nehaalista, or you're never going to get to Azshara today. And then what will I tell that poor dwarf in Ironforge? Her eyes started sliding closed, and she sighed at herself. Her tail swished lazily, bereft of rings, and came to a rest on her thigh.
I have to get up.
Come on. Hurry. Move.
Annnyytime now. That would be wonderful.
In Tuurem growing up, it had been overcast fairly often thanks to the impressively tall trees. But never had it made her sleepy, nor want to roll over and go back to sleep.
Get up, she told her body, groggy and wan. Get up, Nehaalista, or you're never going to get to Azshara today. And then what will I tell that poor dwarf in Ironforge? Her eyes started sliding closed, and she sighed at herself. Her tail swished lazily, bereft of rings, and came to a rest on her thigh.
I have to get up.
Come on. Hurry. Move.
Annnyytime now. That would be wonderful.
