Ryan Ashford haphazardly climbed up the rungs of the hidden ladder that led to the loft of the Academy stables. She had been thrust into the sparring ring with Ralene and that woman was a tank. That damn rune that made it almost impossible for Ryan to use her magic against Ral and it resulted in Ryan getting her ass decimated. She felt like she had at least a couple broken ribs, a black eye was forming already, Lip was bleeding, and her shoulder had been dislocated. She had made sure to get that popped back in by a fellow Initiate and also double checked that her nose was not broken. Surprisingly.
That loss had just compounded the terrible week she had had mentally. She made it up the ladder and found her way to the wall where she sat down with her back against it. She opened her satchel and pulled out the first of her flasks. Ryan may seem like she had her shit together but she liked to self-medicate with alcohol. No one knew. This was her secret spot to drink when she needed to forget that she was a human weapon designed to kill and not bat an eye.
She opened the flask and brought it to her lips with a sigh. She took a long drink from it and let her head lean against the wall.
Drastus Tal'deneshaar
That loss had just compounded the terrible week she had had mentally. She made it up the ladder and found her way to the wall where she sat down with her back against it. She opened her satchel and pulled out the first of her flasks. Ryan may seem like she had her shit together but she liked to self-medicate with alcohol. No one knew. This was her secret spot to drink when she needed to forget that she was a human weapon designed to kill and not bat an eye.
She opened the flask and brought it to her lips with a sigh. She took a long drink from it and let her head lean against the wall.
Drastus Tal'deneshaar