Devil May Cry

*Azalea* · 12-05-2013, 10:12 PM

The woof that came from behind made her instinctively try to turn to look. What she got was a face full dirt from the tunnel wall and she quickly drew her head back sourly, coughing, spitting, and with a light peppering of curse words. Backpedaling quickly she turned about in the snow, slipping a bit as she did.

Her sides rippled again, the pain increasingly worse and her mouth gaping open to breathe a bit heavily. "Oh... Erani." Her eyes looked over the healer in a swift motion. She fixed an uncertain look on her face, her stance one to show the weight of what she carried and also that inferno of pain that seemed to be lighting under her. "I am sorry, Erani, I'm not feeling well. Can we talk later?"

In hind sight it was a rather poor thing to say to a healer, especially Erani. She wouldn't stand for anyone to feel under the weather and there was no way that Azalea was going to ward off her company now. Azalea stretched lightly, this way and then that, trying to relieve her discomfort.

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