COURTESY CALL

Everything is blurry, and though Virgil tries to move her limbs, she finds herself mostly incapable for the moment. Lids peel back to reveal golden eyes briefly, before the light becomes too much and she has to shut them again. Whimpers escape her ears, and it is only the presence of a tongue on her face which alerts her to the presence of somebody. Wearily her head raises, eyes opening once more to take in the stranger?s figure before she flinches, the light making her head ache far more than it already does.
Her legs try to pull beneath her, words far away from her lips, and she cannot find any sense of real control in her as she attempts to gather the senses required to stand up. She feels vulnerable in multiple ways, her head dizzy and groggy and torn in what feels to be a million different directions. She is too out of it to truly recognize the danger of being around a strange male while she?s incapacitated and in season.