Georgia isn't particularly interested in fighting, whether she's suddenly part of a fantasy roleplaying game or not, but she isn't one to be left out of the story. Someone needs to write down what happens.
Of course, when battles start, it's not like she's going to sit them out. Not when she has magic coursing through her veins and a sword that she actually knows how to use for some reason. She's surprisingly unhindered by her dress, jumping into action with an initiative 19, but if the fight takes place somewhere brightly lit she's pretty clearly uncomfortable, blinking and flinching from the light. There's a part of her that revels in that despite the discomfort. It's a lot closer to how her mind tells her her eyes are supposed to be than how they have been since she came back.
And, of course, if the fight's at night, when there's no light, she's the most in her element, eyes seeing in the darkness as easy as others see in the day. It feels right, and she relishes it, even as her heart pangs for what she's lost. It's not like she misses having killer migraines all the time, except when she kind of does. They're just one more thing about her old life that's gone.
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Of course, when battles start, it's not like she's going to sit them out. Not when she has magic coursing through her veins and a sword that she actually knows how to use for some reason. She's surprisingly unhindered by her dress, jumping into action with an initiative 19, but if the fight takes place somewhere brightly lit she's pretty clearly uncomfortable, blinking and flinching from the light. There's a part of her that revels in that despite the discomfort. It's a lot closer to how her mind tells her her eyes are supposed to be than how they have been since she came back.
And, of course, if the fight's at night, when there's no light, she's the most in her element, eyes seeing in the darkness as easy as others see in the day. It feels right, and she relishes it, even as her heart pangs for what she's lost. It's not like she misses having killer migraines all the time, except when she kind of does. They're just one more thing about her old life that's gone.