A blur of colours and movements shot across the jester's eye lids. A few comforting flashes came and left, leaving Quinera feeling a little empty and sad. She cracked open a dark, dark eye, blearily taking in her surroundings and taking stock of current injuries. She flexed the muscles in her legs and was relieved to find that they were still there. Always a good start. Arms too. Quinn tapped each one of her fingers, counting ten little taps. Again, having all ten fingers, always a good start. The jester then supposed she should get up and check her surroundings but the young woman shoved that thought away for a while. After all, lying down was a lot more comfortable than moving.
Then something occured to the jester. Her little companion didn't seem to be around. The jester opened her eyes and searched around her surroundings. Nobody. No one. Quinn quickly pushed herself to her feet.
"Eri?" The jester called out, her dark eyes growing wide. Where was her little friend? Her new friend? She needed to find her, needed to look for her, needed to look after her. Besides, Erixianti wouldn't leave on her own. She wouldn't leave her protector.
That means she must have been taken. Stolen. Quinera let out a dark snarl, a deep cruel noise. Someone stole Erixianti. Took her away from the jester.