Rasha in Wonderland

Her mother brought up a fair and valid point that she could have gotten the potion tested. Was Rasha going to accept that, though? Hell no! "It wasn't a STRANGER, Mom it was a god made of fireflies. And he didn't GIVE it to me, I bought it fair and square!" Her mother started a coughing fit and Rasha's skin pricked with panic. Her mother was going to die. She was going to be alone. Her mind told her that a thousand time in the few moments of Pesto's coughing fit.

Her mother went on to explain that if she had wanted her to be left out to die, then she would have already. Rasha huffed, "Well thanks, I guess." Rasha said sarcastically. Pestilence said she needed self preservation and said if she died, then no one would tell her what to do. "Well... I-" Rasha riled, glowing blue saliva spitting out, "You have ALL your self preservation and YOU'RE getting eaten alive by mushrooms! If YOU die, then what good is your self preservation, anyways? What if we don't have TIME for that? What if I get sick again and get stuck in the den and die? Then I'll have done NOTHING my WHOLE LIFE!"