The flickering of the light and shadow in the glade had made Nervina slightly dozy and this head massage was incredibly relaxing.
"Nervina!" This time he felt a jabbing sensation sharp beneath his foot - Brogan had just poked him with a wand he had found abandoned on the walk.
Nervina shook himself and looked up at his friend and then around for the Sylphs who had since evaporated from sight. He soon saw that he had been lying in a filthy ditch, and there were leeches crawling all over him. Brogan started to pick a clot from his hair; the black slugs were holding onto his skin, plump, dark and persistent.
This was nothing like the experience he had been immersed in moments earlier.
"Bro" he said, beginning to explain ... "there were Sylphs everywhere, and they were ... tantalising."
"Girls?" Brogan laughed - "You?" he laughed again.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series
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