Porcupine Ridge The Highs and Lows

Illea nodded.  “Thatsoundsgood.”  She responded, then her thoughts swarmed in confusion at her slurred speech.  What was wrong with her?  Probably nothing though.  “Sorry I don’t know what happened there.”  She apologized quickly, confusion sweeping through her.  What was going on?  Was Terich right?  Did she happen to have a concussion?  A stabbing pain ran through her head and she dropped to the ground suddenly with a startled and pained yelp.

For a few agonizing seconds she lay there, seemingly paralyzed on the ground, her eyes rolled to the back of her head, a groan of pain escaped her maw and she curled up tight against herself, as if she thought that would help quench the pain.  It felt like a knife had stabbed through her brain, then the migraine like thing was gone.  Almost as quickly as it came, but Illea stayed where she was panting up a storm as shock and surprised rolled through her body like a rapid, rolling wave.