stumbles away from the dark infirmary building clutching his middle,
his heart beating furiously and his stomach heaving painfully. Damn
crystals, damn goren. Damn cave.
His skin had squirmed when
he saw the cave they were to go in, but he never expected he’d end up
like this after. His
knees hit the hard dirt a few heartbeats later, jabbing pain up his
legs as rising acid
burns his throat and tongue.
The streets of
Silvermoon flicker with the cold glow of arcane and moonlight, and no
sight has ever made Miggu’s teeth grind so painfully. He pushes the
raw sides of his tongue against its cage of bone for the umpteenth
time, then hisses out a breath and pushes himself up to his feet,
stalking tight circuits in his little corner of the Royal Exchange
and clenching the already worn letter in his fist. The audacity..
heart thuds painfully as he thinks
of the familiar, elegant script, and the faint smell of spice
that accompanied the letter.
Well, I’m not sure she has any more of these, but I bet she can get some more if people are interested, but you should go ask Miggu about it. 8) Just send her an ask or something, she’s very friendly NO RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!