MORIA
I pass out.
Almost…I almost pass out.
Despite floating in and out of consciousness for what feels like a million times, I somehow manage to retain a grip of my feeble awareness which at the moment is barely more than a gray field of narrowed vision.
I wish I could say that it is by sheer force of will I am still awake but I would be lying.
I have two things to credit for my continued state of distressed
One is Trsten who is holding me, bridal style to his chest.
My body seems to be set ablaze everywhere his touches mine which due to the rather precarious position I am in, is everywhere.
The skirt Morgana gave to me and which I have been in since morning, is ridiculously short and I can feel where the rough calluses of his fingers press lightly into the skin under my knees.
