((Le Vampy is locked up and out of the way. He will be brought back in due time. Though for now...Le vampy is locked up, for the Anasazi do not like him. >> He bites as hard as they do...))
"Uh-huhn.....uhnnn..." Usagi's eyes fluttered, slowly opening to a hazy and blurred scene that cleared with time. A dimly lit place, light flickering against a smooth, stone domed ceiling. Eyes flared open, as she sat bolt up right, as panic raced through her veins.
Seconds passed, and a dizzy spell sent the child back to the matress she'd been laying in for the past while. "Where...am I...", the child spoke to herself softly. Something seemed wrong. Out of place. "What...happened....", she spoke softly again with a dry and cracked voice. She tried to recall what had happened. She was in a bed, she knew. Why and how, though, she could not tell.
Recounting events, Usagi remembered being with Daniel. Him protecting her. Enemies suddenly everywhere. Defeaning and Noiseless all at once. Then a scream she wasn't sure had even been voiced at all. Then...nothing. Just a deep warm blackness.
"Daniel...Mr. Daniel..." She called, hoping he was still near. Pleeing silently that he was still nearby and not lost. She tried again to sit up, only more slowly. She made it up a little, elbows supporting her. The room she was in was small but home and scure feeling. Her's and one other bed were the only two in the rounded room. From the blanketed lump on the bed with tossled tuffed of black peeking out at the head of the bed, usa could only assume this was Daniel. The glasses on the bedside table partially confirmed her assumptions.
Flopping back on the bed and feeling terribly drained, Usagi rolled onto her side and slipped from her bed. She tried to stand, but collapsed to her shakey knees. Crawling the short ten foot distance across the room, Usagi pulled herself up on the edge of Daniels bed, fisting his blankets in her hands.
"Mr. Daniel...I'm sorry...I was mean...please don't die, Mr. Daniel...", she sobbed quietly, heaving herself up to curl up beside the priest. She hated death, and in the eyes of a child, and according to events, she fears his present state was not so good in the raven haired priests favor. She herself were weak feeling, she could not sence if he were even alive or dead at this very moment.