Post by Lorelei Summer-Lac on Nov 10, 2017 20:08:37 GMT -5
Lorelei hissed as she twisted her left wrist again. The pain from the impact of her practice sword on the dummy ricocheted up her arm, sending just this wave of discomfort from wrist to nerve center. It made Lorelei tear up, but she bit her lip, all but glaring at the dummy in front of her. This was why she hadn't actually asked anyone to come witness this part, her physical therapy and all. Lorelei had the same sort of activities with her family: that's what happened when you had five siblings, about half of which inherited the mother hen quality while another half had been raised on the whole "get back on the horse" mentality.
But Lorelei wanted to do some of this on her own.
The problem was that Lorelei kept trying to push herself even though she knew better. It was weirdly hard to judge your own pain threshold and limits without someone to tell you when to quit. Lorelei knew all the medical bits, after all. She knew how much pain she had and what to do for a broken wrist. But she knew she needed to work it, or she'd end up with a stiff wrist.
Didn't stop her from dropping her sword as it hit again, letting out a yelp and rubbing it. "Stupid sword," she mumbled, kicking the weapon and giving it a glare, like it had done that on purpose.
