Give Me A Minute, Let Me Get It Together [Ophie]

Gossamer huddled close to the fire she'd made right outside her den, soaking in the warmth and especially its light. The sun never seemed to rise anymore and on top of that she was sick. Sick with some strange, mysterious illness that seemed to have no cure and that no one could do anything about. Bright cyan liquid oozed from her nostrils and from the corners of her eyes, like some strange phosphorescent mucous. Every so often a coughing fit would seize her and she'd hack up more of the strange bright liquid. On top of that her nerves were shot. She was more anxious than she could ever remember being. Panic would seize her at a moments notice. It was miserable, absolutely miserable.

Still, Gossamer wasn't about to take this lying down. She peered carefully into a small cauldron where she was boiling a mixture of valerian root and marshmallow root. She hoped the valerian would ease her nerves and help her sleep and she prayed the marshmallow would help to stem the strange liquid oozing from her body.