Moonspear i want to have the same last dream again, the one where i wake up and i'm alive

Her cries did nothing. Regardless of how loud she voiced her discomfort, the concoction of scents still plagued her. Concern rolled into flat out frustration as she realized that the smell wasn't going anywhere. Instead, it marinated in her nostrils and was swiftly driving her mad. She crescendoed in her pleas, the pitch in her voice turning desperate as she attempted to escape her life's first irritation. 

Her legs would move occasionally, their control still foreign to Vela, but when fully extended her feet hovered close enough Galaxy to grab her attention momentarily. This would never last too long, though, as the scent of pee would always get her back on track for her complaining.