Slowly Drifting...

Rina's dizzying dreams dulled. It seems as though water were in her eyes and ears, blurring and muffling the sights before her. As she began to fade into darkness, a sound brought her to her senses. This sound was different from th ones before, it was sharper, clearer. Fior (real) Rina realized.

Slowly, the sluggish mist started to ease, but the fiery pain didn't. An eye fluttered open, taking it's good time to focus. A man was in front of her. It seemed he'd said something to her, but Rina's mind was to weak to process it. Little details seemed to discuss themselves though. Like the startlingly clear airgead (silver) eyes the man had. It wasn't long before the dame's eyes closed again though. Unlike the last time, though she was still awake.