Swiftcurrent Creek Cars lining the streets, choking the place where kids could make believe

It was like something out of a movie, only it was actually hell. Tiercel did admirably well for being covered in vomit—she didn't cry, at least, which was better than Wylla would be doing in her position—but when she horked again, Wylla decided they'd both had enough. It was everything she could do to grasp her puke-soaked babe by the scruff and whisk her out of the den. She hustled toward the creek and barely made it there in time to deposit Tiercel on the bank and heave into the current.

She wasted no time scarfing down bucket-loads of water to cleanse her palette before turning back to her child and picking her up. Wylla managed to only gag twice against the back of her daughter's neck as she turned, dangled her over the creek, and then dunked her without warning.