This RP takes place promptly after the Battle with Autostibite.
Eventually, as the night got chilly and her arms went numb, fingers cramping from digging into bark, she decided she needed to take her chances and get home. There was no way she could explain what had happened if someone caught her coming into the house bruised and bloody. She needed to get home, she needed to find out how badly she hurt.... God she was sleepy.... it didn't even really hurt that bad, but the front of her nightgown was strained a bright red. She had been hiding in a giant tree, what must have been over two stories up, squirreled away in the branches, hiding from the neg averse agent who had tried to gut her.
By the time she climbed out from the tree her hands were cut, nails were broken, and knees scraped. She had never climbed trees as a child, this was legitimately her first time she had ever done so. It took a very long time, and by the time she was half way down her arms were quivering as she clung onto one branch or another.
It was something she hoped to never repeat.
Eventually, she made it to the bottom of the branches, and as sometimes larger evergreen trees tend to do.... there was a good drop to the ground. Taking a deep breath Trin jumped, but legs and body cramped and bloodied from the fight and clinging to the tree for several hours simply decided the whole landing thing wasn't worth its time. She hit the ground, and she hit it hard.
She laid in the leaves and pine nettles, the wind knocked out of her, as her heart thudded in her ears. For agonizing moments she struggled to convince her lungs to work again, she half expected for Auro to step out from behind a tree. But.... the seconds ticked away and he didn't.
Rolling over and crawling to her feet, she fled back in the direction of her home until she found the path she knew well, and raced as quickly as she could. It was still night, but if one was really looking for it they could see a faint lighting of the horizon, and Trinity did not want to try to explain anything to anyone... she would... what would she do? It didn't matter, she would figure it out when she got home.
She slipped through the break in the fence, wincing as it grazed her abdomen. She was starting to feel, which only spurred her mad rush into the house. Closing the door silently behind her, and reactivating the alarm, she breathed a sigh of relief as there was no sign of the morning staff. She took off her shoes and ran as fast as she could through the house, pausing only to peek around corners in the mad dash to her suite of rooms.
She entered her room, and tossed her shoes, dirty and splotched with blood, to the floor, locking the door behind her. It wouldn't raise suspicion, it was something she did often.
Takeing a moment to take a trembling breath, and letting it leave her in a shudder, she walked resolutely towards the bathroom, opening it and wincing as another smear of dirt and blood marred the mirror like handles of the french doors that lead to her bathroom. She would need to clean it up, and there was no saving the shoes....
She shut the bathroom doors behind her and stopped dead in her tracks, catching sight of herself in the mirror. She looked like an extra in some disaster movie background. Cut, bloodied, nightgown scraped and stained red. She was pale and there was a smear of dirt across her face from where her cheek had hit the ground after jumping out of the tree.... She looked like a stranger to herself, and she felt her breath start to shudder, and her eyes felt strangely hot as she looked at the stranger that was her reflection.
Noir Songbird
