Lys: An Unpleasant Occurance

"Mind?" she asked. "Yes, and no. I did not know him well, though I had seen him many times, but all the same..." She looked out at the hills again. "All the same, I was the daughter of the bard! How could they dare to do what they did? I have been robbed of almost everything, not the least of which was my husband! I have no rank, no family, no friends, and now no-" Her tongue jerked forward, making a strangled sound.

Oh, Christos, not now, not so soon...

She felt her mind shut down, her eyes blinked rapidly. She hung on to the pony's bridle, resting her head against its neck and praying it would help. Her head hurt- she couldn't think! Her hands slipped from the bridle and she fell, clutching her head, trying to stop her twitching limbs.

A few moments later it had passed. She lay there, still holding her head and breathing hard. She was near to tears. Not even arrived, and already they'd seen it. Christos, let them understand... please.