Northstar Vale Go ahead and cry little girl, nobody does it like you do

she was stunned: one, that the dirt could be so unforgiving, and two, because there was a strange sensation in her nose she had never experienced before. she wrinkled her little nostrils and a sneeze rocked her body backwards -- with a yelp she tried to coordinate herself but was seized by her mother and had fallen to the lashings of her tongue. indra wasn't having it: with great struggle she writhed and wormed, her loud babbles punctuated by ridiculous and high pitched sneezes.