Dragoncrest Cliffs for the arms that hold me

The hallucinations grow closer to reality as her eyes open up once more. She keeps coughing, filling her lungs with air more with each breath and feeling the burn of the saltwater pushing up her throat. She becomes aware of her exhaustion and groans, makes failed efforts to turn around the other way and blinks awake.

Reality kicks in, she's alive. Her head turns around slowly to find a dark figure holding her upright. For a moment Julep's sight tricks her and she sees the shadow, her worried blue eyes staring at her and she feels safe, but when the blur dies out and the figure sharpens up Julep jumps away. Those grey eyes are none that she knows, it's not Akantha, it's not Skellige, Isengrim, Murgash, and it's certainly not the sheepdog. Wh-where am I? she asks, her voice coarse, hurt and a general body ache ripping through. What happened? who are you? she keeps asking as she drags herself away from her with difficulty.

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