A great pain. It is not of the planet. It is apart, but within. It's cries ripple through the world. Beyond the northern mountains in the great desert. It's cries are heard by one like in this place. He will be here soon.
Cecilia let out her breath in a short huff, resting her hand on her stomach. The nausea had returned with a vengeance in the middle of the night, but it was worse now that she could tell it was detached. She could feel the thin threads of disorientation pulling on her limbs and head. Ever since Claramond, her purple, squirrel-fox like guardian, had spoke to her of the sensation she had noticed that it wasn't her body the felt ill, just her body resonating with the illness of another that needed help.
"How soon is soon?" she asked the guardian as he perched, wrapped around her shoulders. "The feeling is only getting worse." How long would she have to wait to be able to do something about it? It had been hours.
She paced her office in the forest adapted citadel, pausing only to rest her hand occasionally on one of the many thick trunks that ran right through the stonework. How would this person even know to come to her office?
You need to stop thinking so much and just wait, said Claramod without moving his mouth.
"That's easy for you to say," Cecilia replied. A curt knock on the heavy wooden door cut of her train of thought. "Come in then."
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