"To be human is to make mistakes."
Dirty Paws | Of Monsters and Men
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"Where do you think you're going?" Zinnia stiffened, "you're running a fever and you've got to be judge tomorrow at the costume contest, you aren't going anywhere." Alty crossed her arms, her expression well, cross. Zinnia's cheeks were flushed and her wings were itching her. She had been attempting to sneak out of her room through the open window and go somewhere, where Alty wasn't. "I was simply trying to add some light to the room," Zinnia lied, feeling awfully dizzy. Alty grasped her by the elbow and guided her back to bed, Blithe and Rainarch watching, slightly amused from the doorway. No one had ever been able to boss Zinnia around, but feverish, she seemed almost meek. Zinnia crawled back onto the mattress, leaning against the pile of pillows.
"You stay here, I'm going to make soup and an elixir to bring your fever down. Of all the times to get sick, the day before Hallow's Eve!" Alty turned towards Blithe and pointed a finger at her, "make sure Zinnia does not get out of bed." Blithe nodded and bustled forward, rolling her sleeves up. "And you," Rainarch jumped to attention. "Get a bucket of cold water and a towel," the witch groaned internally from the bed. "What are you doing here Althea?" Zinnia inquired, turning onto her side and regretting the small movement as it sent waves of nausea through her. "I came to make sure you were ready for tomorrow and I found you in this sorry state." Zinnia would have rolled her eyes had she the energy. "It's merely a cold."
"Yes, well, according to the other's you've always been particularly susceptible to these sorts of things," Protea too, had easily caught human borne illnesses. "I cannot believe, of all the time's to become ill, the day before Hallow's Eve," Zinnia murmured. "Yes, well, you've never had the best timing." Blithe brushed Zinnia's hair out of her face. Zinnia felt wretched, she wanted to merely drift off to sleep but Alty would not let her. She insisted on making Zinnia eat soup and drink potions to try and rid herself of the cold faster, or at least mask the symptoms. "I simply need some rest," Zinnia shook her head, feeling dizzy. She lay back against the pillows once more, closing her eyes and welcoming the darkness.
When she awoke once more, the afternoon cicadas of fall were abuzz. The sunlight filtered in gently, it seemed all of those foul tasting potions Alty had concocted had worked somewhat. "Look who's up!" Blithe chirped, offering Zinnia a cup of tea, which the witch drank gratefully, her throat dreadfully dry. "Is Althea still here?" Blithe shook her head, "she left after cleaning the house from top to bottom. It seems she isn't as fond of spiders and mice as you are," Zinnia scowled. Why would that dreadful original not leave her alone? Her wings twitched with annoyance. "Yue will be back from school soon, Orie went to pick her up." Blithe put in helpfully, Zinnia slid out of bed and put on her apron. "I'll garden in the meantime, I suppose." She murmured, going to the green house barefoot in her nightgown.