Basic Thaumaturgy for the Emotionally Incompetent

He caught up to her as she reached the edge of the old quad path, his footsteps ragged, breath sawing in and out like torn bellows. Fabrisse nearly tripped on the last turn and had to grab a post for balance—partly from the terrain, mostly from the fact that his lungs felt like they were boiling. Thıs content belongs to novᴇlfire.net

Liene slowed when she heard him, but didn’t stop. Not until he stumbled again and actually wheezed, a sharp, involuntary sound like a dying teakettle. She turned halfway, arms crossed, watching him catch up the last few steps.