Arms full of books, it takes Era some careful maneuvering to reach into her inventory for the mysterious bell she was gifted many moons ago. She has never heard it ring in all of that time, and for it to do so now seems strange.
She is immediately staggered by the force of a vision the moment her fingertips brush against the cool metal of the ringing bell. The books fall to the floor as Era clutches her head, a futile attempt to ease the (familiar) pulsating ache that bursts to life in her skull alongside what Era assumes is vital knowledge.
It is the most unpleasant vision Era has ever had, without doubt. Even visions of her own death have never twisted her stomach so. She swallows thickly as she regains her bearings, exhaling a shaky breath and straightening her spine.
backdated to earlier; closed to Loki
She is immediately staggered by the force of a vision the moment her fingertips brush against the cool metal of the ringing bell. The books fall to the floor as Era clutches her head, a futile attempt to ease the (familiar) pulsating ache that bursts to life in her skull alongside what Era assumes is vital knowledge.
It is the most unpleasant vision Era has ever had, without doubt. Even visions of her own death have never twisted her stomach so. She swallows thickly as she regains her bearings, exhaling a shaky breath and straightening her spine.