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

*Ophelia* · 10-31-2021, 10:59 AM

Whether she liked it or not, Ophie was infected with whatever this was. She should have seen it coming since she'd literally exhaled spores after falling in the river, but the fungal creep still scared the hell out of her when she noticed little mushroom caps growing out of the marks left behind after the tiger attack. Foolishly she'd tried to scratch them off, only to wince and cry out as a stabbing pain ripped deep into her skin. Like the growths were too infused to remove, a part of her whether she liked it or not. And it wasn't just her, the Armada was in shambles, full of dazed wolves stumbling about trying to come to terms with what was happening to them. It was the end of the world, as they knew it.

But now she glowed, the teal of her markings thrumming softly in the daytime twilight. That was something, made her feel special, but at the cost of a dear-if not silly- friend.

Ophie puffed out a sigh, winching at the sight of spores that once again wafted from her lips. She knew enough about healing by now to know this was an infection, that they ought to separate the healthy from the sick and as such had been doing her best to avoid everyone. But what would that result in? She didn't feel too weak right now, just a bit sluggish out more out of breath than usual, but she knew how diseases tended to go. A slippery slope going from bad to worse. Would she die? Was this how it would all end, not just the Armada but the whole world? In a spore filled cough.

Breathing laboured and slugging along, Ophie was drawn to a distant fire like a moth to an open flame. She paused at a distance as she caught sight of Gossamer, more than anything she wanted to go to her side and seek comfort, even if only a little. But should she? She simply couldn't stop herself, but made a point of staying several feet away as she settled near the other side of the fire.

Tired beyond belief she slumped down onto the floor, not at all surprised her sister was putting together a brew in the hopes of making it a little better.

"Gos. Are we dying?" She asked, her glow dwarfed by the fire.

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

Ophelia