Jasper Inkra is pretty sure she is dying.

The rain isn't coincidental - the rain is happening because that is what happens when the sun dies. The sky goes black and poison falls in shards of broken arrows and it sucks all the light and heat from her trembling body. The hollow feeling at her core that she identified before as the Lighthouse's curse has become increasingly intense, sending spasms of agony through her entire body. But worst of all has been the incomprehensible sensations that enter her face through her nose. Like the tempting colours of the Consuming Hells they torment her with desires she can't articulate or understand.

Strength has left her body. She's wracked with cramps. She can't stop making the sneeze-sound that Mila made before and every time she does it's [i]awful[/i]. She's at once deliriously hot and freezing cold and she was right the first time and this is the Consuming Hells and it's awful and Mila is a devil and she lied to her and this is all part of her scheme to win the dance contest and she doesn't care any more and just wants to go home...

(To anyone looking at her it would be very plain that Jasper hasn't eaten for three days and is misdiagnosing starvation as a yozi plot)

The temperature over the past few days has been dropping like a stone - her arrival hit forty degrees and three days later it's less than nine. The town weatherman has been dropping all his christmas in july jokes and it's insufferable.