Pippa thought that maybe this was what it felt like to go insane. Her blood felt like it was heating up from within her veins, but she knew that it was just as cold as ever and that she was only imagining it. In fact, her skin grew colder and whiter with every shout, with every breath that was taken.
While the world seemed to spin completely out of control, they were gathering around her to watch. Bloody people! They were all nothing but vultures eyeing the sick little girl who had lost her bearings in front of their very eyes.
The pity that she directed at herself was slowly churning to rage in the pit of her stomach. She would have given anything to be away from this place, to be back in the realms with her girls, hideously burned but there to hold her hand nonetheless. The tears that she cried were for them and for her friends and for everything that she had lost when the castle began to crumble down on her. Being forever stuck under the rubble would have been better than being here, disoriented and confused with everything that she saw.
Her screams quieted into hitched sobs once he started to shoo them away from her. She was silently grateful that he had come and that he had said something to them when she could not find the strength to do it herself. Pippa lowered her hands away from her hair and her weeping stopped, ceased to exist all together. All in all, she looked like an upset teenage girl, one whose clothing didn’t belong to the time and whose pale skin and white eyes looked out of place.
“Do you know how to get out,” she asked, running her hands along her dress, although it was already beyond repair.