Greatwater Lake Teufelskreise

“Weird epileptic fit” sounds about right. One more post from you and we should be done!

Delirious, the Epsilon stumbled away, squinting at the string of mountains in the distance. So distant! Why were they so far? And fuzzy. He could not make out the sharp-toothed crown of Spotted Eagle Mountain nor the snowy summit of Sawtooth Spire. Worrying, and yet he gravitated towards them. Even in this unstable state, he could associate mountains with safety and quiet. I need – I NEED...to get the hell out of here. A nice long session of meditation was sorely needed right now. A migraine borne of fright, revolt, and abhorrence thrummed within his temples. It sounded like a stampede inside his skull. His heart fluttered; a caged bird seeking freedom.
INDENTAll attempts to dissuade Ayana from approaching must have failed to reach her. She rushed to his side, all mother-hen. Nothing was going to relieve of this unfortunate malady. Not words, medicine, and certainly not violence. Her words did not reach him as he lunged towards her, jaws open as wide as physically possible. Foamy, white spittle flung from his unfastened maw as he did this. If she did not leave straightaway, she would be food for the crows.