Blackfeather Woods breathe, just breathe

"No!" But he was too late and she was already down by the tree. Ragged ears folded forward as he watched her drowsily wander from the tree's side. It was too late now, no use calling her back; she was already gone and she would not be able to hear. Well, he supposed that it could not harm her overly much. He had learned most of his knowledge of poisons through experience, and he was still alive.

Cicero stepped into the clearing that surrounded the poisonous tree and he moved closer to Maegi. His mind was clouded the closer he came, but she had strayed away from the tree itself now so it was easier to stay somewhat clear. "This way," he said, hoping to herd her far enough away so that she would not stay within the poisonous pollen for too long. Yes, she would come to feel drowsy and possibly hallucinating for another half day or so, depending on how long she had been in touch with the pollen, but that was why there was all the more reason to coax her out of the pollen for now. Half a day was long enough.