WHO| Neeshka and OPEN!
WHAT| Resurrection is awesome
WHEN| Day 8-ish of the arena
WHERE| Aaaanywhere! District 5 common room for Lindsey, central commons for Tony, the roof or training room or whereeeeeever anybody wants to meet her :B
WARNING/NOTES| No warnings as of now!

Neeshka was somewhere between relieved, annoyed, and ecstatic. Nobody had told her that they were doing resurrection spells, (or whatever it was that brought them back from dying), here! That was the biggest source of annoyance. That, and that she'd gone down so easily. She'd faced down hordes of orcs and walking dead and cultists, and one girl with a shark-bone spear had taken her down. Khelgar would have really laughed at her, if he knew.

Rather than feel bad that he wasn't there, she told herself it was just a good thing he didn't know.

The fact that she wasn't dead-- though meeting Mask would've been pretty neat, she supposed-- despite clearly remembering the hole in her belly and the feeling of life slipping away was responsible for the relief. It wasn't like she hadn't felt that sort of pain before, so it wasn't as terrible as it could've been; she had come awfully close to dying on more than on occasion, after all. The elation came from being back in the opulent quarters she'd been given before, with utter freedom until the next arena started up, and free food and parties with rich people in all that time. It was, to a poor thief in a big city, like heaven.

So despite the lingering ache in her side and chest, she was humming cheerfully to herself as she slipped out of her room that next morning and started off to see what she could see that day. And maybe what she could steal. This funny outfit with leather pants and high-collared shirt (in bright green, no less) had plenty of places to stash things, after all.