The apples were overripe and sweet on her tongue as she bit into them, plucking another, and another from the soil beneath the slowly changing tree. The cold months would be upon them soon, and delicacies like these would be harder to come by. Maybe that's why she'd had so many, or maybe there was another reason altogether. Whatever possessed her though had long since become irrelevant because the more she ate, the less she cared.
Only when the heat in her cheeks, and the numbness in her lips could no longer be ignored did she move. Her steps though careful, and calculated in her mind, were clumsy and uncoordinated. So it was with very little grace that she stumbled her way to the water's edge. She remembered somewhere in the haze of the too-ripe apples, thinking that the lagoon looked beautiful. The moon-kissed ripples were gentle enough that the night sky reflected a near perfect image on its surface, as if she could step into it, and in turn, step into the sky. The thought made her giggle. Oh gods, did she just... giggle? Maybe she'd had a few too many.
Celandine shook her head, as if it could clear the fog from her mind, and her body swayed with the effort. In fact, her body seemed to sway without the effort. Yeah, definitely too many.