Vasarra
Dances with Dragons
Zhara had grabbed her pack and was almost to her feet when the bright light consumed her. In a flash, she was in a new location, completely off balance from her half stand prior to transport. She stumbled backwards into a wall, but at least she did not fall. Her skull made contact with the stone with a thonk. A viscous growl escaped her lips as she straightened herself, rubbing the back of her head and glaring at Horus. She flared her nostrils with a snort at the demigod before readjusting herself. Tossing her pack on her back and swiveling her belt to it's correct position, her kurkris secured at her lower back. Her eyes landed on Ruvo as he addressed Horus. Zhara's arms were crossed about her chest defiantly, "I will not be confined to this room." Her finger nails drummed against her arms in irritation at the mere thought of it.