Serpent Lake Off To Never Never Land (Kidnapping)

scylla had been good company for a few days, but they'd eventually parted ways, and urias was left to his own devices and his own goals.
in just those few days, winter had finally shut the door behind itself as it left. frosty drafts still ruffled the open grasses, the sun was still distant and anemic, but green was starting to show through the slush. the smell of growing life was almost overwhelming.
he would've appreciated it, if
one: there wasn't a white blur creeping over his vision, and
two: an impending headache wasn't barrelling towards him at a slow but steady speed.
he closes his eyes and cradles his head in his hands and wills the aura to go away. he doesn't know why he even tries— those misfiring neurons in his brain chugging away in a hallucination factory couldn't give less of a shit about convenience. that white cresent-shaped blur grows zigzagging limbs.
perhaps the headache would come in a few minutes. perhaps a few seconds, perhaps hours or days. urias is left helpless, knowing that there is discomfort coming his way, but not feeling any pain just yet. he continues his journey across the flatlands, on edge.