I don't like this any more, Dad

Avacyn cried harder as her father scooped her up, pulling her paws apart from her legs as he held her. As she fought with the need and instinct to claw all the mushrooms off of her and the fear of the pain it was going to cause if she did, her claws gripped into his fur and she clung to him out of a lack of knowing what else to do. It was so hard to believe him when he reassured her that everything was going to be okay, that they were going to get better. She didn't want to be patient, she wanted all the fungi gone right now, she wanted her dad's glowing ooze to be gone right now, she wanted their family to all be whole again right now. She didn't want to wait any more. She wanted him to be right though. She wanted to believe that they would get better and to believe that her father told her the truth. It was her one little hope that she clung to.

Slowly she started to get some kind of control on her sobbing and lifted her head away from his now damp fur as she looked up at him with glassy, tear filled obsidian eyes, listening to his offer to tell her a story or sing her a song as she took little hiccuping breaths with ugly sniffles. At least she had her dad with her. She didn't want him to be sick too, but having him here did at least make it a little bit better. She loved her father very much with his smile and matching eyes and make the awfulness of it all slightly less awful. She gave a little nod to accept the offer, but when she opened her mouth to speak the breath in hit her lungs wrong and she got caught up in a fit of coughing.

The coughs shook her little body as she put her head back on his chest again, gripping his fur to hold herself steady till it passed. She had coughed a little bit here and there since all this started, but it just seemed to keep getting worse, especially whenever she just couldn't keep herself from messing with the mushrooms. Her lungs felt all stuffy and fuzzy and it was a weird feeling that was maybe even worse than the constant ache and itch from around her scales. The fit of coughing eventually passed leaving her a little lightheaded and tired so she left her head resting on her father's chest, but she still wanted to hear his story. "Tell me a story, daddy," she said as she lightly nuzzled into his fur, her voice a little hoarse and wheezy.

"Avacyn Mendacium"