Lion Head Mesa wrath & poison

She drank when she was bid. There was an eternal fire burning in her singular eye as moved restlessly. Occasionally opening and shutting. But the pain in her other side jarred her. She wanted to scream at the holy fire that lanced her head. It was unbearable. The skin about her neck felt raw and itchy and flaky.

But darkness always took her before she could explore the feeling and the pain.