Blackfeather Woods breathe, just breathe

@Cicero -- set today, late morning

Staying true to Vaati's advice, Maegi had stopped rolling in the mud before excursions out of Spiderling's Glen. She spent less and less time in the glen with each passing day, anyway, so why bother? She was a Melonii, a Blackfeather child. She feared not the denizens of this dark forest.

Today, the white-pelted girl stumbled upon a beautifully desolate meadow, in the center of which was a gorgeous tree, its feathery boughs dipping low, almost touching the ground. Her eyes--one of which had darkened to indigo, the other a muddled greenish-amber that would soon be a vivid orange--widened as she took in the sight, tongue lolling as she grinned. Hobbling through the meadow, she approached the tree, breathing heavily from exertion.

That turned out to be. . .well, not a mistake--but certainly something she regretted for a brief moment. The sickly tree's spores hit her nostrils and made their way into her system. A wave of nausea rolled through her, and Maegi closed her eyes, thankful that there was nothing in her stomach to vomit. Soon after the nausea passed came some dizziness, and the world and its shapes began to double.

Double tree. . .double meadow. . .double sun. . .double clouds. Blinking almost stupidly, she swayed about on her feet and began to move around, almost enjoying the way everything blurred around her as if in slow motion. The symptoms receded a little as she took several slow, measured steps back away from the tree, but the girl was still quite intoxicated.