Wild Berry Meadow You're God damned right

Their search is silent for the most part, but eventually Kjalarr's words began to rumble behind her. Potema stops in her tracks. She whips around to him, instantly regretting the fast movement as nausea took over her body for a moment. You think it's that easy? She snaps. I'm trying, 

I'm not clear of head until I have one seed, She says it, but knows that it isn't the truth. The state she is now is the only time in months that she has some kind of clarity, accompanied by an oppressive weight of agony that clouds her as much as the poppy seeds. The longer I am without it, the more my body aches. Another lie. The pain had began to wane, only slightly, but the yearning still remained. She still believes that she would be a better person with the poppy in her presence, or tries to convince herself that she would be.