Dragoncrest Cliffs having dinner in the candlelight

sobeille was sick.

the spectacle of the sky from the night before was a distant memory as she tossed in her bed of peltskins, forehead damp with sweat and stomach knotted. more than once she had retched, but her stomach's contents had been vacated already. all that came was a pitiful, ropey bile.

she sniffed and clutched her belly, sucked in a big breath, and crawled out of her den alongside astera's. the pleasant afternoon had turned into a chilly evening - sobeille was surprised to see how much time had passed.

another wave of nausea hit her, but this time she weathered it with a grimace, laying flat on her belly in the cool sand while her body raged.