Herbalists' Cache wake up

Body rattles, and bones ached, she felt a weakness as limbs felt sore. She could feel the tension rise within, as the stress drained into her core. Desdemona felt her limits, but she didn't want to admit to the truth. Mind or body, she thought as the pains slowly dwindled, and the feverish vision faded out. The first arrival toward Morningside came with months of hardships, both her thoughts, and her muscles. She focused on what was important, to keep the place stafe, to stay loyal, to show her loyalty. Most of all, to feel alive, and to have a purpose, even if it meant pushing to the limits.

She felt pathetic, for what battle did she face, to end up in this state? Body torn, but there was no scar, nor crimson to be shown, she didn't do anything notworthy. Her shame and pity, was wished to be tucked away, and the dame slipped by within the shadows. Desdemona felt hesistance, as her dark paws slowly traced at the borders, but heavy steps continued outward from the maplewoods, as she unwillingly pulled herself away. Unseen, and unworry, she did not want to be seen in this feeble humilation. Though with each movement, she could feel her paws give out, that it was a struggle, just to get out of the vincinity. As there was no scars, no wounds, there was nothing to heal, and in the end, all there left was the shame she felt.
Somewhere, she thought, anywhere, where no one could see her. Somewhere, she could collect herself, for only a few minutes. She was unwilling to have more then a few minutes, for she had to do something, something useful. Desdemona was nothing, if she was useless, for she felt what she was. If she did nothing- she did not deserve the place named Morningside. If she did nothing, she did not deserve to be a comrade. If she did nothing.. Well, she was always a bastard in the end.

Her face twisted into a snarl over her own body as it continued to be reluctant, but her determination forced it to continue forward. Jade eyes narrowed toward the sight of pine trees, and she felt relief to not be near the maplewoods. But when she came to, she collapsed, and widened her eyes in surprise. She couldn't move- it was a struggle. She laid down, a squint laid upon her face as she let out feverish pants in a weakend state. Desdemona thought to give herself, just a moment of peace, despite her whole center screaming for rest. She continued on, in conciousness, mind slipping into a blurred, dizzy state that tried to lure her out. She held on, with just a thin string.. But for how long could she continue?