Redhawk Caldera shake that bagpipe

Someone shouted and Frolic halted, head snapping left to right as she tried to pinpoint the source. Right when she clapped eyes on a vaguely familiar figure coming toward her, she felt that telling tingle in her face that heralded the arrival of a sneeze.

It burst out of her so noisily, she didn’t hear the rest of what the lady—she must be Sylvie, her prodigal sister—said. Frolic sniffled and wiped at her runny nose, eyes still fixed on her older sibling as she closed the distance. She looked like the perfect mix of Eljay and Maia.

Unaware that she’d asked a question, Frolic just stared expectantly at her family member, at least until another urge came over her. This time, it was her throat that tickled tellingly. Her mouth opened, tongue lolling out as a hacking cough clawed its way out of her chest and right into poor Sylvie’s face.