The gentle sound of falling gravel is what first registers as Idise comes to, followed closely by the sensation of hard, unyielding ground pressing against her shoulder.  A hot, stinging pain against her left elbow and forearm becomes apparent, though to the woman's relief she quickly realizes that it is nothing more serious than a bad scrape.  Pushing herself up wearily, she coughs up dust and opens her eyes, squinting to focus her vision against the darkness, and attempts to piece together where she is and how she got here.