Deepwood Weald Kaggik

There was a man who met her at the bottom of the slope. He quickly checked her over, searching for wounds that weren't there as he asked if she was okay. Ugh, she moaned as she slowly opened her eyes. Had this been a cartoon, there'd be birds and stars swirling 'round her head.

A woman's head hurts, she explained, squeezing shut her eyes and covering her face with her arms.