{ pfsb } flee from Temple Isle

One second, she was on her knees, cold stone hard through the leather of her trousers, hearing Dandelion shouting her name and watching an arrow speeding towards her –

The next, she's gasping in cool, misty autumn air, her knees and shins growing wet from the heavy evening dew that has settled on the grass where she kneels. Ciri looks about herself in a near-panic, then buries her face in her hands, trying to keep from sobbing with reaction and fear and pain.

She'd made it. Milliways: the first pleasant, peaceful place that came to mind when she made her jump from one world to another. 

Half-turning, she winces at a sharp complaint from her back, and her eyes grow wide as she studies the arrow buried halfway up its shaft in the ground just behind her. "That was a near miss," she murmurs to herself, and pulls it from the ground as she slowly gets to her feet, aching, her back burning. Once upright, she locates the main building and begins staggering her way towards it, step by determined step, stumbling a slightly drunken path through the wet grass and quiet night.