paixaorpg | At the Niflheim Gate [Completed]

Character(s): Tris, join in if you want
Content: Tris arrives. With a migrane.
Setting: On a ship north to Emelan, then around Niflheim Gate.
Time: Early Saturday
Warnings: ...Tris's head hurts. A lot.

The storm, for one, caught Tris blind. Normally, she could tell when a storm was coming, but she was both seasick and had a major migrane from an almost-constant stream of images on the wind. That's why, when she stumbled out, she was caught unawares. Chime, the odd glass creature she'd picked up in Thairos, let out her glass-grating alarm screech. Little Bear was hiding in Tris's room.

Tris's hair stood up as a bolt of lightning hit her- only the lightning braids, but it was an eerie sight. White overtook Tris's vision for a moment.

When it cleared a bit, Tris found herself in front of a gate that looked, well, silvery. And icy. "Name?" someone asked. Tris massaged the bridge of her nose.

"Trisana Chandler." The person, who Tris couldn't see clearly because her vision was currently getting something from a southwestern wind, handed her something.

"Welcome to Paixao." Tris blinked, trying to clear her vision- and her head.

...Paixao? Tris thought as she headed into the city.

Uuuuuurgh. I need to find some way to get rid of this headache...