Sun Mote Copse Another summer wasted

When Niamh awoke and moved out into the sunlight, she was surprised to see that it was almost noon already. She grimaced lightly, and made her way toward the river nearby in hopes of getting a drink- but found herself not only uncoordinated but nauseated as well. She licked her lips as she moved along, hungry for something- but at the same time, just the thought of having something to eat enhanced her nausea. Once she reached the river, which had made good progress in opening up and melting, she took a minute to collect herself, before heading out to where the ice broke and she could reach the water. 

As she looked down at her reflection, she staggered slightly, put off by another wave of nausea, and lay down, dangling her two front feet over the edge of the ice and into the water, hoping that might drw some of the nausea away. She huffed, and set her chin on her outstretched forelegs, waiting for the dizzines to pass.