34th, Winter, 512
East Street: Dusk, 19th Bell
It was during the morning hours that Wyatti chose to go out, a simple want to see the outside world once more. So after a brief mention to those she was residing with, the Kelvic left to begin her exploration. She started firstly near by learning the local streets, before expanding her web outwards, dipping into darker places. At first the girl went out with high spirits, happy mind and light spirits, looking and absorbing in all that was going on, but then as the day went on Wyatti found herself dipping. At first Wyatti ignored the feeling, a simple sneeze that had followed her about for the previous few days, but now had grown worse.
The Kelvic rubbed her brow as a headache began to form, the cool midday sun becoming sharp and piercing. She felt herself growing tired, her eyes heavy as she walked. Wyatti took a stumble through the crowd, shaking herself and giving a quick apology to who ever she fell into. It was unlike her to stumble when walking, and so she took herself to the side, pausing to clear her head. She was unsure where this feeling grew from, but for the moment the Kelvic chose not to worry too much, it would no doubt pass, it had to pass. But as the day drew on, the colours of dusk filled the sky, and little Wyatti began to feel worse.
The simple headache had grown into throbbing pain, intense and burning in her mind, her muscles aching with every step she took. Her throat felt dry, parched, deep rasping breaths escaping from her lips. She felt hot, a broken gasp for air, a crave for the cold. But she could not get cool, she could not throw off this heat. She placed her tiny hand against the wall for support, her eyes having turned dull and glass like, turning to look at the world that sped around her. Since when did everything seem so fast? Her head sunk for a moment, her mind swimming with confusion. She had to keep moving, she had to get home, but...
The Kelvic turned her head, trying to take in the sights, to give her some form of knowing where she was, yet it escaped her. There was nothing familiar that she could hold onto in her fevered mind. She was lost. Wyatti trembled and pushed herself on, she had to find somewhere, just to lie down for a bit, rest. Yes, rest sounded nice, just not yet. She swallowed, the sounds becoming little more than a dulled noise, her sight a blur. Her foot slipped, her legs weak, no more strength in them, and perhaps it was for the better just to rest where ever she landed. The cold ground was rather pleasant after all, the damp cool creeping in, before there was simply nothing else to feel.