Wild Berry Meadow you win or you die

blunt words met her ears, and her gaze slitted open, her stomach a raw battleground of naseau and discomfort. it was a boy; gaze a fiery orange, akin to flames, and pelt a midnight black. she regarded him a moment later, but could hardly pay much mind to him at the moment, in her current state. "I know." she admitted softly, words faint. she just wished that he would leave, leave her to herlsef and her suffering, though she could not bring herself to dismiss the child just like that.

and yet, another swirl of her stomach had her make a quick decision. "You ought to go. I-" her words stopped there, for another fierce bout of naseau had her vomit once more, and this time, it was right in the direction of the boy, and it was to his misfortune that this was a rather dense stream of vomit and she seemed to be looking directly at him. horrified, a moment later she quickly sought to keep her head down, however, her vomit aim was not all that great. (you see, she had very little practise.)