I'm not sick, but I'm not well [epidemic meeting]

*Gossamir* · (This post was last modified: 06-03-2014, 09:21 PM by Gossamir.)

ooc: pp'd my own character Drashiel, that's who'll catch her

Stars above how her body burned and ached! Each muscle strained as she moved. The small femme carried on with determination outmatching her size by many stretches. She would care news of Tortuga's findings in the search for a cure. They had to keep their allies informed. Gossamir paused for a moment, panting? spittle falling from her mouth as she gasped for breath. When did she begin to care so much? The old Gossamir she knew would only ever look out for herself. She closed her eyes for a minute to banish the pain that was pounding through her skull before she continued on. She'd heard the howl for a gathering and headed in that direction, pausing briefly to give a week howl to let them know she was coming in.

Those last few stretched felt like hours when she finally made it to Glaciem. She did not recognize the femme that had called the meeting but it was evident who was in charge here. "I? I'm from?" Her feet suddenly gave way beneath her but rather than falling in the snow she found her self caught by a handsome young man with peridot eyes. He carefully stood so that she could lean against him, though it was a little awkward as he was almost a foot taller than her. She tried again.

"Thanks?I'm Gossamir of.. Tortuga. We are beset with plague. Roman as well. We've had some luck with Alder buckthorn, alfalfa, and horsetail. It's not?" she paused a moment to cough. "It's not a complete cure but it helps. We only ask that if you find it before us send someone to Tortuga." She collapsed down onto her belly and rested her head on her front legs, too weary to keep on standing.

Sharpening my words...

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