Gull

Dazed and sick, you stumble through the wood, coughing and struggling for breath alternatively. Silver head hangs low, and blue eyes flutter open and closed in pain and delirium. Your head has been pounding so hard that every step feels like an unbearable jolt—only the most primal of instincts keeps you on your feet and moving forward. However much you want to, to lie down in the drifts would be a death sentence. But what difference would it make? you wonder, drifting into a rare lucid spell. You’re as good as dead anyway.

Lungs spasm, and you start up your hacking again, drunkenly sidestepping from the path. Your mouth opens, gasping raggedly for breath, but you cannot suck in enough air. Little black dots begin to swim before your eyes, and you moan hoarsely. Sharp jabs of pain shoot through your head, making you cry out in agony, but the yell is stifled by the lack of air in your lungs. Was this the end?

The ground beneath you starts to slope downwards, and in your weakened state you half-trip, half-tumble to its base, falling on your knees at the edge of the pond. Disoriented, you look up. You miss the egg, but you can see a figure on the other bank, and with your delirium now in full swing, you identify it as—

”Muriel,” you breathe to yourself in a raspy whisper. The impossibility of it all does not register with your broken mind, nor does the surety of hypothermia if you set foot in the water between you. In your confusion, it doesn’t matter. You force your trembling body upright and wade into the pond, towards the stranger you’ve convinced yourself is your dead lover. As you draw closer to the other bank (and consequently to the egg), the chilly water sweeps around you, numbing your nerves. You’re shuddering violently, but in your fevered state, you welcome the cold. Feeling nothing is better than feeling whatever has been killing you slowly.

Summary: Questing, part V! Delirious due to the final effects of his quest, Gull stumbles across the pond. Thinking that Cathun is Muriel, he wades into the water toward “her” and consequently, toward the egg.

Gull would like a Common Zephyr (Phoenix). He has no prior refusals.
Wishlist is here: http://helovia.net/showthread.php?tid=16739

EDIT: I would like to use both of my two extra VOTG rolls as well!

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