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Ivy Nienna · 10-21-2010, 03:28 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Droo

"Go on... Take a drink of your potion..." She said and watched the kids around her.

Still holding up her forehead and consequently her eyes, Ivory tipped the ladle and drank deep. The liquid traveled quickly down her throat in a few swallows and before she knew it she had drained the ladle. Pursing her mouth at the awkward texture and taste of the cherry potion, she set the spoon aside and wiped at her mouth.

Concentrating she tried to focus on the part of her face between her eyes and over her nose, waiting for any feeling, sting, or pain at the regrowing bones. How were you supposed to feel something when there was nothing there at the moment?

It was in the middle of maneuvering her nose to try to keep it up that she suddenly realized that the strangeness in her vision was not because her eyes were slipping centrally without the partitioner nasal bone, although that was probably a part of it, but because she was actually feeling the distant sense of wooziness.

Not used to feeling so out of everything, she blinked a few times. The process slow and laboring as she struggled to keep the hand on her forehead to keep her eyes separate.

Taking a few unsettling steps, she tipped sideways finding herself on something or other that was mildly comfortable. Squirming for a moment to get herself comfortable, she gave in. Gave in to who knew what.

10-21-2010, 03:28 PM	#229 (permalink)
Ivy Nienna Puffskein Join Date: Dec 2009 Location: Out by the sea Posts: 1,424 Hogwarts RPG Name: Auden Azarolla Ravenclaw First Year	<.< >,> v.v ^,^! Quote: Originally Posted by Droo "Go on... Take a drink of your potion..." She said and watched the kids around her. Still holding up her forehead and consequently her eyes, Ivory tipped the ladle and drank deep. The liquid traveled quickly down her throat in a few swallows and before she knew it she had drained the ladle. Pursing her mouth at the awkward texture and taste of the cherry potion, she set the spoon aside and wiped at her mouth. Concentrating she tried to focus on the part of her face between her eyes and over her nose, waiting for any feeling, sting, or pain at the regrowing bones. How were you supposed to feel something when there was nothing there at the moment? It was in the middle of maneuvering her nose to try to keep it up that she suddenly realized that the strangeness in her vision was not because her eyes were slipping centrally without the partitioner nasal bone, although that was probably a part of it, but because she was actually feeling the distant sense of wooziness. Not used to feeling so out of everything, she blinked a few times. The process slow and laboring as she struggled to keep the hand on her forehead to keep her eyes separate. Taking a few unsettling steps, she tipped sideways finding herself on something or other that was mildly comfortable. Squirming for a moment to get herself comfortable, she gave in. Gave in to who knew what. __________________