[ There is a figure thickly tangled in the vines and thorny brambles within the sigil, the shock of familiar red hair all that immediately gives her away where she crouches on her knees, unmoving. Her head is bowed and her eyes fixated on the glow of a firefly that perches on her knee, wings fluttering occasionally but otherwise holding her gaze trapped, although her eyelids are drooping heavily as what remains of her energy wanes.
Her face is pale and drawn, eyes hazed and empty and the shallow rise and fall of her chest is the only sign of life from her as she remains frozen there, unaware of anything around her. Her cloak is shredded and torn, flecks of blood dark on the fabric from where thorns have bit into flesh during her struggles. Her skin is smudged and dirty and a dark bruise discolors high on one cheekbone, half-hidden behind the ragged fall of hair around her face, tangled with leaves and twigs.
She doesn't move, doesn't look up, even should voices sound or movement happen around her. Her eyes merely gaze unseeing into the gleaming allure of the firefly's glow, lost in its light entirely. ]
Yona - Closed to Rescue Party
Her face is pale and drawn, eyes hazed and empty and the shallow rise and fall of her chest is the only sign of life from her as she remains frozen there, unaware of anything around her. Her cloak is shredded and torn, flecks of blood dark on the fabric from where thorns have bit into flesh during her struggles. Her skin is smudged and dirty and a dark bruise discolors high on one cheekbone, half-hidden behind the ragged fall of hair around her face, tangled with leaves and twigs.
She doesn't move, doesn't look up, even should voices sound or movement happen around her. Her eyes merely gaze unseeing into the gleaming allure of the firefly's glow, lost in its light entirely. ]