Wapun Meadow [NaWOWriMo] you're still young, that's your fault

alive was an overstatement. no sooner had elfie declared their victory, siengus had thrown himself to the ground, absolutely spent. the last bit of petrol in this trabant was all used up.

one of the things about being aengus, was that aengus was not particularly fit. it took a shameful amount of time for siengus to recover their breath, wheezing like an asthmatic that had been forced to do the iditarod. rolling onto their very rolly-polly side, siengus wheezed and stretched their little nubblin feet, sidewalled by breathless stupor.

"i'-- i.. whhhhhhhhheeeeze." siengus could barely prop their head up, and instead just sunk into the embrace of the mire.