So, she'd eaten too much.

Eridanus was akin to a buffet table, really, if you had never seen an actual buffet table before in your life. Colourful fruit and berries and things hung from trees to sat nestled in bushes between the ferns. Niamh had gone around trying every single one: bright, yellow-orange mangoes and tangy dark-pink strawberries. Some, she had discovered, had skin she had to peel off: tangerines were nestled in a ball of leather-like skin, but easy to eat and carry around once they were free of it.

Not all of them were good, even then. Pomegranates were intensely difficult to open and weren't all that worth it: the strange little ball-berries inside had an odd texture to them, and the colour made Niamh... uncomfortable, in some way she couldn't describe. Melons, Niamh couldn't even open-- and the one pineapple she found hurt to even hold in her hands, albeit minutely.

So, she ate everything good. She liked the sweetest fruits the best, and her favourite was one red-orange apple she found that crunched when she bit into it. It was halfway through eating a handful of blueberries, however, that the tummy ache started.

Hands sticky, belly too full, the faun lay face-down in the moss.

You know. As you do.

Now, this wasn't the first time Niamh had overeaten. She had yoinked some cooked meat from some strange hut in the middle of Cepheus that was empty, and took it back to her tree to eat. That must have been for several people, because she fell almost comatose after finishing most of it and having a tummy ache. Napping was the cure-all to this ailment, with one issue.

Her limbs jittered. Her head spun. There was so much... sugar in her system that she was practically vibrating on the floor of Eridanus with her eyes wide open, no matter how hard she tried to turn her brain off and sleep. Her legs wanted to run, and her belly wanted to go back to her chrysalis.

Niamh rolled over onto her back, simultaneously exhausted and the most awake she'd ever been. What a horrible predicament.