ORIGIN

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Llamrei didn't feel well.

The filly had been in Eridanus when it began to hit her. She had been resting, having been rather frightened by some Lesser Gembounds. But, as she galloped, it had become harder and harder to catch her breath. She'd been forced to stop, head between her legs, as she gulped in great lungfuls of air. And then she'd begun to cough. Her legs had trembled, muscles threatening to give in.

It had taken all she had to get to Polaris. Everything hurt, she couldn't breathe, and she was so tired. Thankfully, the closer she got to Polaris, the more energy the ambient Magic gave her. So she'd finally staggered into the room, and laid down in a pile of leaves. The filly groaned quietly, coughing as she curled up in the leaves, tucking her head against her side.


"Speech looks like this."
Thoughts look like this.