Blackfeather Woods Nocturne

Ah!

As he moved to eat it, Kotake—not even noting the look in his eye—let out another: no, before her anger at his impertinence reached its threshold. He did not regard no. Why should she? And so she moved to take a bite of the thing before his lips could quite touch it, her victory at having gotten a bite first simple as she glanced to him. There was no gloating, no song and dance. Kotake was not smug, either; she simply felt she had won by getting at it, first.

The nauseous feeling came but a few minutes after. Her stoic expression morphed into one of pain as she felt her stomach twist in a way she had not once experienced before. She glanced toward Atshen, knowing he was not guilty of the pain caused but wondering what it meant. It didn't feel good, and the change in her demeanor was obvious.