Sawtooth Spire when everything was broken, the devil hit his second stride

nothingness.


then, dim restoration of hearing in staccato dreaminess.


"p h a edra!

b a by ,

 
b ab y, wa ke   

p h aed ra

please!"

her lids cracked into slits, then squinted to try and focus on the doubled, wavering vision of her mother hovering over her and nosing her with an air of desperation she could sense crowding into the atmosphere. "mmm .. ama ... s?" she said woozily, confused; the air felt so heavy with languor and her voice sounded parched from the dryness of her tongue. she smacked the roof of her mouth, but no saliva was there to wet it enough for her to swallow. she gulped thickly, which only made her mouth more dry.
"wha-wha- hhhap- ... m-owhf fow-thy." fuzzy, she meant to communicate. when she spoke, her flews rolled in on grey looking gums and stuck in the expression of a grimace.