"What happened?" Evyra demanded as she looked at Zephyra who was very wounded. "How did you get here so fast? Were you behind us? Why didn't you reach out for help?"
The Swordswoman merely looked at her inquisitor who she simply had the hardest time being able to answer. There were too many questions, and her throat was parched. Her mouth was seized up in a locked jaw, and her fingers felt cramped. It was lucky she made it here at all.
"Never mind - sorry...." the curly-haired woman excused herself and cleared her throat as she came down to the floor and quickly snapped the the end of the arrow off as though it had been made of lard. It just bent to her will with a mere force of her fingers.
The colorful feathers that tipped the end made her weary of their sources. These were from beautiful exotic birds. The fletchings were lovely shades of green, and some had white and brown-banded patterns around the ends of the long, silky objects.
