The itching gets worse

Hilda sneezes as the magic powder tickles her cute little nose. It's a violent affair that shakes her hair loose from its respectable bun. It's loud too, echoing all through nature and startling more than one adorable woodland critter.

"Uggg..." Hilda groans as she sniffles in a most-unladylike manner.

She reaches into a belt pouch to pull out a hanky, but gets distracted when she feels the soles of her feet start to itch, really bad.

The increasingly helpless human looks around, her eyes watering, her nose running, and the itchiness spreading. She needs to find a rock or a log or something else to sit on. She wiggles her feet in her expensive boots, but she can feel them getting hotter and hotter as the need to scratch grows stronger and stronger.

Bluebelle sprinkles more dust on Hilda, causing the girl to sneeze again, and again, and again.

Her hair is a mess now, and tears are running down her angelic cheeks as she sniffs and sniffles again and again, unintentionally breathing in more and more of the magically dust.

The poor girl is practically blind now as her puffy, wet, irritated eyes blink constantly in an effort to try clear away the tears and let her see, but it's no good.

The human gropes her way through the trees, her water skin and gauntlets long forgotten, and her lovely hair hanging in front of her face.

The itching on her feet is getting even worse now, to the point she just sits down in the middle of the woods and starts fiddling away with the laces.

But that's taking too long, and with her current sneezing and vision problems, she just doesn't have the patience to deal with them, so she starts to violently yank away at her boots.

She grunts and groans and sneezes as she pulls on them, praying to the gods she can remove them soon to get to her burning, itching feetsies.

*Plop!* The first one comes off, exposing her lovely silk sock.

*Plop!* Goes the other one, exposing her other foot, and a well-worn sock with a hold near the big toe.

The increasingly **** woman throws her expensive boots away and starts to frantically rake her nails across her cloth-clad feet, but it still isn't enough, and soon the woman is ripping her own socks off, exposing her toes to the humid air.

She scratches and scratches, but no matter how much she does, the itching just gets worse. And even more annoying, the itching on her head and neck and nose is coming back too!

"I... I need to find a stream or something!" Hilda mutters between sniffles and sneezes as she starts to feel a tingling on her hands and arms.