Lion Head Mesa [mp]The Night Spins

Pant. Pant. Pant, pant, pant, pant, pant, pant, pant! Why? Why! Why, she did not feel like this during her desert trample-- why did it come now? The more she crossed over reasons, the more her head spun in circles. Her back left foot thumped against the ground as her ears fell limp, her nose tiptoeing across the water and giving it gentle kisses. Her nose felt all runny, and she concluded that the water had not been the cause of that sensation. Her tongue flopped out to grab from the wellspring, only to pull back in and flick her top lip along the way. Eventually, her tongue lolled.

Then, her eyes touched shakily to Naberius. Pant. Pant, pant, pant. It would take a shit ton more than this to kill her, but her ears nearly vibrated as they thought of another possibility. She had been pretty sure it was exhaustion, until a not-so-joking thought jumped leagues across her mind. In a coy and half-trying smile on her lips, she muffled back a whine from the nausea that started to couple with her dizziness. "Neb? Lord, there's no-- Poison? Bbweh." It seemed she was unable to hold that cheeky grin, as it fell short when her tongue flopped back out again to pant. 

She was pretty sure she was joking.

What if she wasn't.