Thread:Prince Starsplitter of the Nightwings/@comment-35137341-20190221002115

Celestial woke up with a sharp intake of breath. The headaches had been getting worse and worse by day. She sat upwards, immediately hit by a wave of dizziness. She suspected something, but it couldn't be..right? She was too young, too inexperienced..not ready.

She smiled at Mind, who was pacing the cabin that they shared. After the first magical time at Camp, they came back every summer as a romantic getaway. Of course he was up before her, she thouht remorsefully.

As Celestial dragged herself out of bed, she was bombed by a disgusting smell. Mind usually made pancakes on Saturday mornings for her, but smelling that sweet, usually delicious scent of maple syrup made her feel nausea today. 