[ Another sprout, fresh from Faerûn is struggling up through the earth near to Drizzt. Her rebirth is fraught and violent, as befits the poor woman. She struggles upwards through the earth, first one hand and then the other bursting free to claw and scrabble until her great, single-horned head can burst forth. She gasps for breath, stares up at unfamiliar sky.
She was alive. Alive, amazingly and beautifully alive. How? Where? She grasp her chest for a moment and there's a startled yell that turns into a whoop. ]
OH FUCK! FUCK YES! FUCK!
[ She's wriggling out onto the earth now, laughing fit to burst. It takes her a moment to notice the Drow nearby and she squints. ]
bearing fruit (a)
She was alive. Alive, amazingly and beautifully alive. How? Where? She grasp her chest for a moment and there's a startled yell that turns into a whoop. ]
OH FUCK! FUCK YES! FUCK!
[ She's wriggling out onto the earth now, laughing fit to burst. It takes her a moment to notice the Drow nearby and she squints. ]
You alright over there?