atenai
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Alayna woke slowly, the drug she had been given clouding her senses still even as each sense started providing her with information. The magic student couldn't make out where she was, but she knew she was uncomfortable. She lay on something hard, she knew that much. And there was a definite chill in the air.
The room was actually a fairly normal temperature, even if the twenty-year-old felt chilled; her thin silk garment did nothing to keep her warm. All the rectangle of white silk was good for was making her barely presentable as she lay spread-eagled on the black marble altar, the silk covering most of her chest and front, at least what did not show through the rough, notched-circle neckline. She was not even given the semblance of a rope belt... it wasn't something her dresser anticipated that she would need for long. Her brown hair wasn't arranged, just falling loosely around her shoulders on the black slab of stone. With her wrists locked to the stone above her head, her youthful body was hardly in any position to fight back at whatever this was.
The low chant echoed throughout the room, the voice slowly registering for Alayna. Is that... Master Cameron? The slim brunette tried to look around, but her eyes didn't want to show her anything but muddy shades of grey. She certainly didn't see anything that reminded her of her summoning teacher. But the more she heard, the more she was sure. But a lump in the pit of her stomach was forming as she put dots together. The summoner was a hermit for the most part, so she didn't know much about him. And she definitely didn't know enough to reassure herself about her current predicament.
The manacles on all her limbs were slowly making themselves known to the young woman, not that her watery muscles wanted to move on her command anyway. She felt trapped inside an unresponsive body, and everywhere the strange words chanted by the summoner crowded around her... it made the hair on the back of her neck prickle. Something was being summoned, and it was being summoned on her side of the protective magic. There was no 'up' side to this.
The room was actually a fairly normal temperature, even if the twenty-year-old felt chilled; her thin silk garment did nothing to keep her warm. All the rectangle of white silk was good for was making her barely presentable as she lay spread-eagled on the black marble altar, the silk covering most of her chest and front, at least what did not show through the rough, notched-circle neckline. She was not even given the semblance of a rope belt... it wasn't something her dresser anticipated that she would need for long. Her brown hair wasn't arranged, just falling loosely around her shoulders on the black slab of stone. With her wrists locked to the stone above her head, her youthful body was hardly in any position to fight back at whatever this was.
The low chant echoed throughout the room, the voice slowly registering for Alayna. Is that... Master Cameron? The slim brunette tried to look around, but her eyes didn't want to show her anything but muddy shades of grey. She certainly didn't see anything that reminded her of her summoning teacher. But the more she heard, the more she was sure. But a lump in the pit of her stomach was forming as she put dots together. The summoner was a hermit for the most part, so she didn't know much about him. And she definitely didn't know enough to reassure herself about her current predicament.
The manacles on all her limbs were slowly making themselves known to the young woman, not that her watery muscles wanted to move on her command anyway. She felt trapped inside an unresponsive body, and everywhere the strange words chanted by the summoner crowded around her... it made the hair on the back of her neck prickle. Something was being summoned, and it was being summoned on her side of the protective magic. There was no 'up' side to this.
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