Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20200423213810/@comment-27666783-20200615104803

And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully!

Smoothed by long platonic fingers,

''Asleep ... tired ... or it malingers,''

Stretched on the floor, here beside him and me.

Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,

Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?

But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed,

Though I have seen my head brought in upon a platter,

I am no prophet and here’s no great matter;

I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,

And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,

And in short, I was afraid.

Chenguang's eyes opened, the cold trickle of wet offering her a rapid awakening. As the world returns to her orientation, she's quick to remember the confines of her metal cage-like... thing. She'd listen to Bertram's monologues and briefings with these people beyond the ether, it was sort of difficult to comprehend what he spoke of existed. She'd seen what the world beyond the clouds had looked like, and beyond... the black of the ether... it was quite indescribable. And yet all that, disaster had struck... Bertram...

The jinko quickly begin to undo her restraints, quickly reminded of the periodical leakage of water entering her capsule. She quickly identifies the hatch above her and pulls the yellow bar labeled 'HATCH RELEASE', and was rewarded with the quick rush of water flooding it. Panicking, she reaches to cover her face from the deluge of water before quickly securing the hatch again. this time, she plans ahead and takes a deep breath, reopening the hatch and pressing onward to evacuate.

Chenguang crashes to the  surface of the shallow bog, mercifully shallow enough for her tall stature to stand when exiting the horizontal ROPE. Half-swimming toward shallower ground, she was able to clear the hair out of her face and gain better bearings. It seemed to be daylight, a mamono realm... As far as she could tell she could be on any part of the mid areas of the entire earth. She could at least get one bearing... A tinge of guilt reached her, even she remained suspicious of Theriomancy but alas it was useful. A Scent Mark to Bertram would have him up the walls, he'd never look at the benefits of it, it had its side effects... but that didn't matter. Now was a time to use it. She closed her eyes, brought a paw to her waist, deep breath, think of Bertram. That Pecan wood earthy musk, the warmth of his chest, his voice... He was near, he had company... 'Yesha'? Oh no...

Chenguang quickly broke into a run to the direction the magics led her.