I wasn't going to make it! "Hurry, DQueene, hurry!" I exhorted myself.
With a last burst of speed, I rushed into camp yelling at everyone "Get under cover! Lightning!"
I grabbed Lynn, Hypatia and Polgara, pushing them to the ground and covering them with my cloak and body; envisioning a huge mother bird protecting her young. I actually seemed to 'feel' my body shifting to accomodate the image. I cast an anguished glance at everyone else. Wolfy and BeeGee were the only ones who reacted swiftly to my panic. Why? I growled. Then I realized it was that damned alcohol and weed. <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/suspicion.gif" alt="" />