Merengue B, The Middle of Thursday Night

Tahiri was sound asleep, a slight frown on her face, and despite having kicked the covers off hours ago she was sweating.

( This was why she never got a good night's rest any more. )

She awoke and blinked sweat out of her eyes as she sat up, breath coming in ragged gasps. Stumbling to the bathroom, she splashed water on her face and hurried out of the cottage to a spot by the lake. She wasn't going to move from there until after the sun came up.

[OOC: Establishy, OOC okay. Oh so very loosely adapted from Force Heretic II: Refugee by Sean Williams and Shane Dix, whose prose I would not inflict upon you in its original form, with bits and pieces adapted from Star by Star by Troy Denning and Edge of Victory I: Conquest by Greg Keyes. I've been meaning to do this for days but writer's block kept foiling me.]

Merengue B, The Middle of Thursday Night

Tahiri was sound asleep, a slight frown on her face, and despite having kicked the covers off hours ago she was sweating.

( This was why she never got a good night's rest any more. )

She awoke and blinked sweat out of her eyes as she sat up, breath coming in ragged gasps. Stumbling to the bathroom, she splashed water on her face and hurried out of the cottage to a spot by the lake. She wasn't going to move from there until after the sun came up.

[OOC: Establishy, OOC okay. Oh so very loosely adapted from Force Heretic II: Refugee by Sean Williams and Shane Dix, whose prose I would not inflict upon you in its original form, with bits and pieces adapted from Star by Star by Troy Denning and Edge of Victory I: Conquest by Greg Keyes. I've been meaning to do this for days but writer's block kept foiling me.]