Weavers of the universe

There was no denying that Fuji was well and truly out of her depth. There was nothing natural and easy about the scene that was playing out before her, and she tried to contain her panic as her mother collapsed and something earthy smelling and oozing began to escape from inside her.

Girl bit her tongue until the taste of copper filled her mouth just to stop from screaming. Whatever it was oozed and glowed, like the mucus from a deep forest mushroom. Kenta was paying more attention than she was and if he hadn't flicked the childhood rabbit skin toy when he had, she would have found herself down an assistant.

Something about the smell had sent her mother into what seemed like a fit of some sort. She was desperate to get up, her pupils were dilated and her breath was coming in short, shallow, unproductive gasps. "Get Tenshi, or Kiriko... It was almost a whisper to her golden cat companion, anyone that isn’t me. "Go! Now!" She said with more authority, knowing he wouldn't want to leave her with her mother this volatile, but also knowing she was well in over her head. She could only hope the older healer hadn't left already, or that the new one had enough experience in this stuff to be more useful than she was.

Turning her honey coloured eyes to the opossum cowering in the corner, she gave him a bracing glare. "Sedatives, what have we got?"

“Speech”