Blackfeather Woods ticking away the moments that make up a dull day

the girl’s lack of obeisance was shortly remedied; Maegi made quick work of subduing her difficult charge, and the plant was brusquely shoved down Astara’s unwilling throat. 

there was a fair bit of squalling and struggling- while Astara did not speak her laryngeal functions were fully operational and she squealed at the injustice her sister doled out for her right up until the yarrow was forced downward and she swallowed it with a gasping choke. 

for a while Astara sat there simmering, coldly watching as Maegi reeled back. a change seemed to have come over Maegi’s composure, and Astara felt in her own gut the rumbling beginnings of discomfiture. 

A nausea overcame her and suddenly the girl vomited, an obscene pile thrown earthward in a steaming heap. Astara panted with a worried whine, for she was drooling uncontrollably and more than once felt the dull shake of vertigo take her. any concern she had for Maegi was entirely masked as the girl faced her own strange demons in the form of monstrous discomfort. a small whimper sounded from her salivating jaws as a febrile wave of hysteria wracked her.