Redhawk Caldera You can reach, reach out your hand

It was a heady wave she was riding.  Her ears were muffled, Eljay's words barely making it through in any capacity, and she didn't quite understand them.  She started to tune in, then lost interest, her head lolling somewhat into her paws.  The exhaustion and warmth and floating were too much, her consciousness flickering and threatening to snuff out like a submerged candle.  It'd take more than noise to rouse her, though her eyelids still flickered.