The moment passed and the cart darted into the
tunnel. M’kar sat upright. The sharp sensations faded but her head still
throbbed. She thought she heard birds calling inside her head. The frightened
and angry squeaks of little furry, sharp-toothed creatures joined them. She
didn’t know their species. The voices grew louder with every heartbeat. She
yelped when the cart emerged back into the sunlight and pressed her hands over
her eyes.
“What’s wrong?” Thyal said.
M’kar tried to say she didn’t know, but her
throat felt stiff and hard. She couldn’t force the words out. She shook her
head and held on tighter to the edges of the bench.
“Are you sick?”
She nodded.
“Take deep, slow breaths and close your eyes and listen to your heart. Tell it to slow down. That helps.”
M’kar didn’t think it would, but she tried it anyway. She closed her eyes and listened to the rattle-hum of her heartbeats. The gasping hiss of her indrawn breath.
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