siryms_echo: (♪ whimper)
[Anodrac's video feed starts abruptly; the book is thrown against a tree, opening just enough to catch the winged woman crumpling to her knees, hands clamped over her large ears. Underneath the disheveled locks of hair hanging over her face is an expression of unbearable pain, tears streaming from the corners of her clenched-shut eyes.]

It hurts. It hurts, it hurts, it hurts...

[Her voice seems even softer than usual, so much so that the journal barely picks it up. To Anodrac, however, her own voice is unbearably loud; everything seems so much louder than before, even the barely-audible rustling of the wind through the trees. Her ears are picking up every sound around her now, overloading her senses to the point of painful disorientation.]

Make it stop. Make it stop...

[Her pleading eventually stops, and she makes her way over to the journal. Reaching out pitifully, she closes it, cutting off the feed.]

[Quite some time later, she has finally made herself out of the woods, and is one of the roads on her way home -- more specifically, she's just managed to pass house 55. At times she's walking, albeit slowly and unsteadily; other times, she's collapsed onto her knees again, trying to keep her head from exploding with pain.]

((OOC: As a side effect of the Mallynapping, Anodrac's got hyper-sensitive hearing, even for her own species. So, for those that would encounter her on her agonizing trek home, it might not be too noticeable at first...))
siryms_echo: (♪ whimper)
[In the past couple of days, Anodrac has taken the time to finally reclaim her original clothing (consisting of a long purple dress with white trim and a beige cotton sash of sorts) and get herself moved into the Seventh Floor of Community Building 3. Of course, her new abode is bare outside of the basic furnishings, but that's not an issue to her.]

[What IS an issue, however, is the fact that there's a heat wave outside. And we all know that heat rises... so her humble home, Room 34, is unbearably hot to her. As a result, every possible entryway into her room is thrown open in an attempt to get a decent breeze.]

[In spite of her efforts, however, things don't seem to be quite as cool as Anodrac would like; so, those paying verrrryyyyyy close attention to their journals can hear some quiet, not-very-pleased murmuring coming from her feed.]

This heat is almost unbearable... Dear Sirym, what I wouldn't give to be on a mountaintop right about now...

[For those that live in Building 3, feel free to wonder why she's got her door wide open/stop on by/offer the poor woman some sort of relief. For anyone not in the area... well, you can still offer tips on how to keep cool.]

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