Godlings, Whispers in the Void [IC]

[Archmage1]

With the burning in her hand from the jagged shards of the whip searing into her mind, Ileana could only watch as three of the nearby men went for Grakthar in his confusion, and she smiled, slightly, knowing that she was going to be able to say hi to her momma again soon, and hug her, and everything would be ok.
When the flash of light came, she felt almost content, almost glad that it was over, except for maybe the many, many other enslaved victims, just like her momma.

But then the light seemed to fade, no, become less overwhelming, and she was floating over that arena. She was flying! And her hand didn't hurt anymore! Giggling, she tries to flap her arms to move as she looked around for her momma. Surely, she'd be here, right? She wouldn't have left?

Then, as she spun around, she saw them. The same three men who had attacked Grakthar were also here, but... no one else? Wouldn't the people that the monster had killed have been here too? Or the people who would have died trying, or else some of the orcs? Her laughter fades as the sensation of something being wrong flowed through her.

This wasn't the afterlife. It was... something else. But what? When she finally speaks, still spinning around, slightly, by her momentum, her childish voice seems quite confused. "Where's Momma?" Almost without prompting, her plaintive question escapes her. "And everyone else?"