Blackfeather Woods breathe, just breathe

No-o-o-o-o-o-o-o!-!-!-!

The voice crying out to her seemed to drag on and on, stretched into infinity, starting so low and rising till it seemed almost impossibly high. Confused, Maegi shook her head once, twice, and turned, her uncle Cicero coming into view, face concerned.

"Cisss-row," she slurred, giving him a toothy grin. Before she could speak further, he was beckoning her away, drawing close so she had no choice but to turn and walk from the tree.

With a small groan, she padded after Cicero, having to break into an ungainly trot to keep up with his much larger strides. The ground pulsed like a heartbeat beneath her feet, and she found herself mesmerized by the sight, mismatched eyes fixed on the earth whirling past.

"Wha's happening?" Maegi asked her uncle drowsily, with a small yawn. The dizziness was fading; now she just felt sleepy.