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Well, shit.

The last thing Summer could remember was slipping into darkness, her vision blurring as she fell suddenly and completely unconscious. She mustn't have been out of it for long  — perhaps a minute at most — but that didn't mean she felt any less disorientated when she was pulled awake by the pungent odour of smelling salts. 

[color=f6989d]“Urgh, that smells awful...”[/color] Summer grimaced as she looked up at Elder Lucien, her brown eyes taking in his impassive demeanour. She supposed she was lucky he had come to help her but that didn't mean she felt any less irritated by his presence. It was annoying to even need help in the first place.

Bringing a hand to her forehead, she eased herself into a sitting position, trying to make sense of what was happening around her. Everyone seemed to be rushing about and it looked like she & Calypso weren’t the only ones who had suffered after the ritual. Looking over at Maggie, who appeared to be in the middle of a full-blown panic attack, she found herself feeling a twinge of [I]something[/i] for her. Of course, it was totally stupid to go through with the ritual if you were so damn anxious...but still. 

[color=f6989d]“I’m fine now.”[/color] Summer muttered sullenly to Lucien as she slowly stood up. For a second she teetered on her feet — a wave of dizziness overcoming her —  but luckily she managed to steady herself enough that she didn't immediately fall to the floor again. Glancing down at the spot where she had cut herself with the dagger, she was surprised to see that it had been healed. And it was a good job too. Likely one of the elders had done it. It didn’t really seem like the other witchlings...or witches as it was now, cared that she had fainted, so she doubted it had been any of their doing.

Not that this bothered Summer. [i]Of course not[/i].

Yet, the teen still couldn’t help but feel a twinge of embarrassment for what had happened. It was not the Abernathy way. Scratch that...it wasn’t [i]her[/i] way. It was weak and stupid. No doubt news of the events that had transpired would spread throughout the coven. And her mother...oh god, her mother. She was never going to live this down. Maybe she should move to Antartica or something. Surely they must have witches there too...

Caught up in these thoughts, she absentmindedly picked a couple of pieces of undergrowth off her dress, before suddenly realising that she was just standing there like an idiot. 

[color=f6989d]“Er, well thanks for healing me or whatever.”[/color] Rolling her eyes, Summer then proceeded to promptly stride off, eager to get away from the Wellspring (and the other witches). She knew she was going to have to spend the rest of the evening with them but she just needed a moment alone. 

[@canaryrose]