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                                           HAPPY HOLIDAYS!

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    ❝ You must have your wounds treated, Hríd... Please, allow me to assist.❞ Concern is alight in golden hues as she surveys the prince; she can’t HELP but to worry. ❝ Sacrifice will be able to heal those burns and whatever else might ail you.❞

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Spinning. Dizzy. Pounding Headache. It wouldn't be as much of a problem if they were anywhere else...but here? they came to what she felt was ten fold.

The Askrian army (along with siblings Fjorm, Ylgr and the newest member Hrid) had been traveling through Muspell for a week now, still heading to the Rite of Flame even after the attempted ambush on them. The days seemed to grow longer, and through their time marching Claire couldn't help but feel the air become hotter to match the landscape.

She hated the heat. She couldn't stand it; she couldn't go through the Plegian or Elossian deserts without becoming ill from the constant heat. But the landscapes of Muspell? She wished she was back in either sunscape; here was a lot worse.

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Wait...wait up...

Headache persisting, and her mind felt like it was spinning faster. Her footsteps seemed to be growing slower, taking more time to catch up.

She can't lose track! Keep up! There should be water...water?

Nothing left in her waterskin. Shriveled by boiling or she had already drank it all. She couldn't tell if either was the case. 

Ashes....ashes...

STOP SPINNING! 

Left...right....she could feel the beads of sweat on her face....but why was she shivering?

We all....fall....down...

 ‘♥’ || accepting. || @ofnifl