Private Vintergard Wounds that Never Close

Kyanna Wynne

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Chanlye


Despite Eva's advice to Kyanna, there wasn't much of a pause, she had logged off for less than half of an hour to make sure her real body had what it needed to keep going. Eating something, taking a shower that was probably the quickest she had in her whole life before she sent herself plummeting back into the game.

Hours after the combat had ended, Kyanna was still around. There was no more MAI in it, no more Eva. Tick Tock and Magi, who were both stuck in that world were also gone, going away so they could settle with whatever they had to do with their lives. There was a growing concern in the witch's heart. How would the world react to MAI and Tick Tock? They had both done harm, even if it wasn't truly them. That was something to consider, among with many other things... Which included her mother's well being. What if she was between all of those victims? What if she was captured as a magical 'battery' too? Was she even in Astorea when everything happened? Did all of this happen somewhere else too?

Those thoughts flurred deep into Kyanna's mind to a point she was determined to keep herself occupied with something else.

And for that choice, she went for one of the many healing tents to volunteer. It was practical, she could be useful for others, take care of their wounds, and maybe... Just maybe her mother would be around there? There were so many people, and it was a huge calamity... There were chances of finding her there.

As time passed more and more, the number of people who needed treatment lowered, and slowly the healing tents became empty. The grateful words were met with Kyanna's faint smile, but as soon as there was no one else to take care of, giving them healers a well deserved break, she leaned back, pressing her back against the chair while her head tilted, making her face the ceiling of the tent, allowing the same thoughts that were haunting her to return.

"... Where are you..?" She muttered.

@Cadmean
 
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