DOOM. DOOM. DOOM.
Feanor is suffocating.
Her heart pounds panic through her veins as she claws at the dirt and stone that bear dowh on her, crushing, crushing, crushing...
DOOM. DOOM. DOOM.
Her head pulses pain with each thundering sound. Is that her own heartbeat, or the sounds of more collapsing stone?
She kicks desperately, trying to hold open the last tiny window to the world. The slim reindeer figure stares at her struggles, unmoving.
Feanor reaches out her hooves. "Fluffy, please!"
The figure backs away slowly, shaking her head.
"Don't leave me here!"
The figure turns her back, fading into the shadows of the exit.
Feanor doesn't have the air to scream. As the dirt and rock fall to seal away light and life forever, she catches a last glimpse of the figure - casting a final look over her shoulder. Not Fluffy's face, but her own...
DOOM. DOOM. DOOM
Feanor jolts awake at the heavy knock on her door, almost gagging at the pain that lances through her skull in response. She tumbles from her tangled sheets with an undignified thump.
"Feanor? Are you in there?"
DOOM. DOOM. DOOM.
She cringes as the sound pounds at her ear drums again.
"Yes. Yes for prophet's sake! Now stop that infernal knocking, I'm coming!"
She takes a moment to gather herself, then climbs to her hooves. Her stomach burns and she feels like she is going to be sick... She steadies herself and stumbles to the mirror. She gasps aloud at the disheveled, baggy-and-bloodshot eyed doe that looks back at her.
"Feanor?"
"A moment!" she hisses, combing at her floof fruitlessly. She yanks the curtains aside for more light, and immediately regrets it as bright sunlight pours through, sending fresh spikes into her head. Tears sting her eyes and she sits back heavily, shielding her face.
Afternoon? How long had she slept? And why did her head feel like it was about to explode? Surely she hadn't drunk that much...
"Are you alright in there?"
There was the glass (ok, two) she had before bed, but only because the doctor advised it! There was the bottle with Fleece, then a round at the Baah... or was it three? Four? Suddenly she feels she is going to be very sick. Very soon. Ridiculous! She is the ruler of Velvetia, she does not 'get sick'!
"Ma'am?"
"Just... A moment I said! Can't it wait?" Fea gasps."I am indi- indisp- Just go away!"
"Oh, I'm so sorry, ma'am! Ofcourse Ma'am! It's just... your meeting. The others are waiting..."
The meeting! She lurches back to her hooves at the realization. Afternoon... The meeting was scheduled for this morning! She has only a moment to comprehend that before her stomach lurches and she realizes that she is, after all, going to be sick.
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OOC: Eyyyy all, feels good to be back here! This is lead up to another scene. Kinda lame but all I had time for and wanted to post something today