Silverlight Terrace i.ix : who was breaking away from the pack

She felt his eyes on her, and had enough presence of mind to feel annoyed that he wasn't doing anything. That he wasn't even trying to help. Then again, what would she have done, in his shoes? It was possible he'd never seen anything like this before. Perhaps his father hadn't been a toxicologist, his mother addicted to poppies. . .

Ya--yaaaa-- She was cut off once more with more wretching, the force of it shaking her thin shoulders. Yarrow, Maegi gasped when it had ceased, licking her chops and grimacing at the taste. She felt empty and weak, and noted that out here, she wasn't safe. Out here, he could do anything he wanted to her. And she couldn't stop him.

The girl closed her mouth, her eyes, shaking her head slowly, feeling as if she were being cast about in a torrential sea. Yarrow makes you vomit, she mumble, afraid to move her mouth more than a fraction in case in induced the hurling again. It gets rid of poisons. But since I've vomited already. . . She opened her eyes a mere slit and cast a disgusted gaze at the reeking puddle.

I'll be okay, Maegi slurred like a drunkard, staggering to her paws. I'll. . .I'll be okay.