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07-16-2016, 02:01 PM
(This post was last modified: 07-16-2016, 02:02 PM by Ultima.
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ultima
The call went up. In the distance, she heard feet beginning to move, wings thriving as they coasted on the hot, buoyant air. If the act of merely existing in this weather hadn’t been a challenge, Ultima would have laughed, bitter as black coffee.
It was too hot to scream. It was too hot to even think about screaming..
She’d dragged herself into the dappled shade hours ago, her slim figure puddled at the foot of a gargantuan sycamore, and had spent it all counting minutes, counting seconds, waiting for that infernal sun to fall off the horizon. The blue-black shadow was much cooler than the over-bright clearing surrounding it, but even the earth was steaming, and where the sun filtered through the leaves it burned her skin. Eight or nine hours to go, she thought dully, the heat crowding her brain. It took her five seconds to recognize the summons as it slung out across the Edge (‘That’s … Tembovu. How is he even …’), and twice as many to work out what it meant.
Ultima sat up straight, a swathe of hair drooping into her face, and the forest went spinning. Her legs felt newborn, weak and so light she was sure she’d lift straight off the ground.
“Wh… wh?”
After a short but arduous trip to the lakeside, she saw the crowd of people already gathered into the pavilion and felt the world wobble again. “Til— Tilney,” she croaked weakly, spotting his antlers – and Arah’s – over the hips and shoulders of the other folk. But it was noisy already, with chatter and calls to the King and Queen, and the heat was a roar and her head, and she doubt he heard. Turning her face very, very carefully, she sighted an elm not too far from the procession and hobbled towards it. Passing Mbwene, Ultima managed a shallow little curtsy – and sagged against the tree’s trunk with a heavy exhale.
‘Probably,’ she thought, head swimming, ‘I am probably going to die.’
It was too hot to scream. It was too hot to even think about screaming..
She’d dragged herself into the dappled shade hours ago, her slim figure puddled at the foot of a gargantuan sycamore, and had spent it all counting minutes, counting seconds, waiting for that infernal sun to fall off the horizon. The blue-black shadow was much cooler than the over-bright clearing surrounding it, but even the earth was steaming, and where the sun filtered through the leaves it burned her skin. Eight or nine hours to go, she thought dully, the heat crowding her brain. It took her five seconds to recognize the summons as it slung out across the Edge (‘That’s … Tembovu. How is he even …’), and twice as many to work out what it meant.
Ultima sat up straight, a swathe of hair drooping into her face, and the forest went spinning. Her legs felt newborn, weak and so light she was sure she’d lift straight off the ground.
“Wh… wh?”
After a short but arduous trip to the lakeside, she saw the crowd of people already gathered into the pavilion and felt the world wobble again. “Til— Tilney,” she croaked weakly, spotting his antlers – and Arah’s – over the hips and shoulders of the other folk. But it was noisy already, with chatter and calls to the King and Queen, and the heat was a roar and her head, and she doubt he heard. Turning her face very, very carefully, she sighted an elm not too far from the procession and hobbled towards it. Passing Mbwene, Ultima managed a shallow little curtsy – and sagged against the tree’s trunk with a heavy exhale.
‘Probably,’ she thought, head swimming, ‘I am probably going to die.’
command me to be well.
bleats at @Tilney
she's fine, it's fine
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