Catherine had been feeling very strange lately. Even though she had no idea what was wrong, she knew there was something fishy going on with her. She had many headaches, and strong ones, and some dizzyness. Nausea almost all the time during the morning, and some times more the whole day, and she had puked three times in that week. And many other things had happened to her, that she wasn't counting.
But, right now, that subject and its causing was far from her mind. She was more concentrated on the flames that lingered not higher than her knees, dancing in the middle of her underground house, the grayish smoke scaping through the holes in the middle of the roots on the ceiling of the giant den. Just how it was supposed to be.
Bluma was probably grazing inside the range of the rope tied around her neck. Seymour was taking a nap, sitting in one of the roots of the ceiling, using them as his perchs. Saw was coiled, with the neck sticking straight besides Catherine, his bright, shiny yellow eyes glittering with the reflexion of the flames in them. The grayish woman was sitting on her knees, her hands resting on her lap, one of her thumbs rubbing the back of the other hand. Nervous.
She hadn't shown up in the Green Corn Ceremony, thouh she knew what had happened there. So, Dawali was the new Kalona, and Ember was their new sub-leader. That she could take. But she couldn't take knowing she hadnt been there. Even though she had kept to her faste to mule deer to the very end, eating just smaller animals, when she would find them. She had also fed much more in fish and bird meat during that time, not wishing to break that, to show herself weak.
Thinking of that, she asked forgiveness for the Spirits, but even now, she couldn't stop of feeling guilty. A small, but meaningful tear lingered from the corner of her eye and down her cheek. The female didn't bother to wipe it out, but she felt Saw's piercing eyes dig a hole in that tear. "You know, you had been crying a lot lately...", the snake's hissy, pitch voice said, trying to chat, probably. Catherine glanced at him, sighed and shrugged, shaking her head slowly. That was another thing that was part of that weird things.
Tired of that masoquism thing, she got up awkwardly because of that stupid dizzyness. Kicking some dirt to the fire, she extinguished it, and she darted to the exit with heavy steps, followed by the wary and curious mamba.
As soon as she found Bluma, she grabbed her equipament and started to put it on her, her willingness quickly fading. Her movements grew less aggressive, and turned more lazy. Tear went down her cheeks like waterfalls, but she didn't care the confused eyes of the snake. Neither of them had any idea of what was going on. And now, she wanted to more than anything. When she was done with the preparings, the femme mounted and rode to Dawali's place. She needed to know what was wrong with her, more than for apologizes from not being in the ceremony. A pitch cry from the sky warned her that Seymour was going with them.
After a few minutes, the girl dismounted in front of Dawali's house, hesitating for a few seconds before knocking the wooden door.Dawali was a doctor, He would knew what was wrong.
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