Snippet #1303744

Isabella stood up slowly, holding onto the edge of her chair, "I'm fine...please worry about my parents and Selinia, I just need to excuse myself for a moment." she replied to the party at the grand table. She slowly walked off, her grace was as good as ever, but to her she felt tired and weak. Her legs felt like jello as she went to the womens bathroom, her hands gripping the sides of the sink as her vision blurred in and out of focus. Her head was spinning and felt like it wasn't attached and her insides felt like they were about to explode. Her breathing was irregular and quick, each breath causing her chest to sting with pain as if she'd taken a stake to the heart. She hadn't needed to breath one in her immortal life, but the pain was too much to handle, she couldn't help but gasp for air. She eventually fell into the floor, not dead, but unconcious. The poison wasn't deadly enough, seeing as she'd secretly fed not long ago, but the blood in her body was thining, making her dizzy tired and weak to the point of not being able to function properly. She didn't want to worry about about her, but she ended up making it worse obviously. She slipped into a dream from when she was a small child, when her brother first left to become a noble and fierce warrior. She'd cried for hours that day, and countless times more since. She was a much smaller form of herself now, splayed out across her bed, but something was wrong, in the dream, Gabriel had died, this couldn't be right. He was just at the banquet. She mumbled softly on the bathroom floor, nothing audiable however.

((Sorry if this ruined plans, but Isabella has a fear of appearing weak and helpless, she'd rather experience it alone and by herself. Anyone can find her or pursue her. Seeing as she showed signs around the same time as Selinia. I planned on the two staying the night in the infirmary, just in case they weren't well yet. It'd be interesting.))