The Bracken Woods The Garden

Uriel greeted her, and to that she smiled and nodded "Hello you two!" Hemlocke began telling both the flaxen women about his plans for the beautiful place of which the trio stood. Holly giggled at the thought that this could be Hemlocke's heaven, she was glad he had found somewhere to pursue his (what seemed to be) passion. She found that neither of her friends looked concerned and it eased her thoughts, they weren't wasting their breath worrying about her. It was true, she felt better. But the lingering feeling of dizzy panic and nausea made sure never to stray far from the woman. A hunter stalking its prey, waiting for the moment of attack as to leave the victim shocked and injured until it can strike again; fatally.

The waves of sickness came and went so regularly now that Holly barely had to try and hide it, it was simply her life now. Merely a side effect of her friend's life; a price to pay. Holly shook the thought off, no payment was bad enough to cause her to regret attacking the stag, never would she stoop so low. Have you brought a feast to celebrate Hemlocke's discovery? Shaking her head Holly realized she had gotten caught up in her thoughts, tangled in a mess of dysequilibrium. Holly had been staring into space, and was now staring into the face of reality. Today was like every other she decided as she sat calmly, hiding her uneasiness.

"Well it sure seems that way." Her voice may have been coming on too strong, as if she had been trying to hard, but Holly pretended not to notice. She tossed the rabbits near the others paws in quick succession, aim only being slightly off. "These are for you." Holly had always thought of the meals as gifts and reasoned that's why she couldn't eat them. Now another opinion settled in, she would probably vomit if she even tried a morsel of her newest catches.