Golden Glade Getting to know you

The hyperventilation was the first symptom. The world around her became blurred into an array of colors, though rather than a beautiful aurora, she was left with a muddy shit-show. Next came the muscle spasms. Every inch of her legs, down the reach of her spine, around her face — she clenched into one ball, making the heavy breaths even more painful. The child hadn't meant to disturb her as he had, or at least she didn't think that he had. But the woman? She must have known what she was doing, else she wouldn't have done it.

A low growl bubbled in her throat as she whispered to the others, Please, you are so loud. All she wanted was quiet, and if she couldn't get that, then she at least wished to be able to hear the running brook once again.