October 26, 2020, 03:29 PM
It was a few days after Bronco had escorted her back from their visit home. Fennec was back to work roaming the territory and growing accustomed, again, to the strangeness of it. She couldn't wait until she'd mapped it into the familiarity she felt in the copse.
Today Fennec had found the new plant nestled next to the river, in a patch of ivy that she carefully moved aside to get a better feel of it. She had no clue what it was, but it smelled like an herb, so she wondered if it might be useful. It felt like a small bush, but she couldn't be sure, as it was a rather small and scraggly thing. The late fall chill would likely make a lot of her findings like that.
She began to carefully dig out the roots, taking particular care not to just tear them. If it was a rarer thing to find, she wanted to replant it. She managed to get most of the roots free and reached in, pulling the clump free with her teeth.
As she did, she felt some of the plant debris come loose in her mouth. She swallowed automatically and didn't think much of it... not until she was nearly back to her half-dug out store.
Her steps began to grow more unsteady at this point, and she found it suddenly hard to determine which direction was which... including which direction was up. She froze as the world tilted and began to list sideways, dropping the plant distractedly. What is.... she wasn't able to finish the thought. Her body had stopped listening to her, and she crumpled over mid-drunken step. Her body convulsed, but she was already sinking deep into a strange sort of dream state, her mind shutting down as her heart rate slowed.
Meanwhile the plant lay discarded a few feet back, forgotten in her confusion.
Today Fennec had found the new plant nestled next to the river, in a patch of ivy that she carefully moved aside to get a better feel of it. She had no clue what it was, but it smelled like an herb, so she wondered if it might be useful. It felt like a small bush, but she couldn't be sure, as it was a rather small and scraggly thing. The late fall chill would likely make a lot of her findings like that.
She began to carefully dig out the roots, taking particular care not to just tear them. If it was a rarer thing to find, she wanted to replant it. She managed to get most of the roots free and reached in, pulling the clump free with her teeth.
As she did, she felt some of the plant debris come loose in her mouth. She swallowed automatically and didn't think much of it... not until she was nearly back to her half-dug out store.
Her steps began to grow more unsteady at this point, and she found it suddenly hard to determine which direction was which... including which direction was up. She froze as the world tilted and began to list sideways, dropping the plant distractedly. What is.... she wasn't able to finish the thought. Her body had stopped listening to her, and she crumpled over mid-drunken step. Her body convulsed, but she was already sinking deep into a strange sort of dream state, her mind shutting down as her heart rate slowed.
Meanwhile the plant lay discarded a few feet back, forgotten in her confusion.
time for a lesson in caution >> she'll wake up in a few hours! Symptoms are for a mild amount of belladonna. Feel free to stumble upon her early or late into it.