Greatwater Lake (M) Butterflies taste through their feet.

wait.

what the fuck was he doing?

she wouldn't stop. she was testing him. he knew that. 

but he couldn't keep up. he began to slow, panting hard, gallop ceasing to lope. then trot. his chest burned with the exertion, and he coughed aloud, eyes streaming.

oh no.

the spirit was willing, but the flesh was weak. 

words never ringing stronger.