Wheeling Gull Isle and the worms ate into his brain

set day after poppy overdose. AW!

The sun was bright. She didn't remember it being so bright, before.

Maegi lifted her head and immediately brought it back down, wincing at the headache that split her skull. Her mouth was dry as a bone, each and every muscle aching. She squinted against the glare, looking around for somewhere more shady to rest. Yet even if she found such a place, could she drag herself there? She felt weighed down by thousands of pounds, a whale sitting on her head.

Helpless, the girl laid there, more irritated than anything. All she remembered from the night before was that, against all the advice she had ever given, she had taken too many poppy seeds. Things spiraled out of control. She had no recollection of what had followed--simply a blank void in her memory. The taste of poppy on her tongue. . .and now, a pained existence under a scorching sun.

She could do with water. Maybe a bit of food, too; her stomach grumbled, as if concurring with her irritation. Maegi pondered the idea of going back to sleep. She was dreadfully tired, the feeling of it pulling at every part of her. Her thirst and hunger, evidently, were too great for that, and after a fitful attempt at slumber, the girl snorted, gritting her teeth and lifting herself up, and onto her feet.

And promptly fell back down in the dirt, landing painfully on her haunches. Reeling at the headache, she scowled, staring into the trees with a murderous expression. God help anyone who crossed her path, this morning.