Maea
The worst of all blessings
Her hands ached from the tight grip she held on the sapling, like she'd as soon strangle it as haul herself up. The thought crossed her mind, because there wasn't enough distance between her feet and the water for the Crow to catch the wind. The tiger and the doe would be swept away by the river, but maybe if she hurried before this brave, hardy little tree was uprooted...
A hand appeared over the edge. Catching a glimpse of Liam's face, the wondered if she looked as pale and pinched with worry as he did. Bracing herself, she heaved upwards, letting go of one hand to try and reach him. Her fingertips brushed against his - a bit further - and with a strained little growl she hoisted herself up the final inch. As their hands connected, she had a moment to reflect on the very solid, very real and human warmth of that grasp, before all focus returned to getting back on solid ground.
A hand appeared over the edge. Catching a glimpse of Liam's face, the wondered if she looked as pale and pinched with worry as he did. Bracing herself, she heaved upwards, letting go of one hand to try and reach him. Her fingertips brushed against his - a bit further - and with a strained little growl she hoisted herself up the final inch. As their hands connected, she had a moment to reflect on the very solid, very real and human warmth of that grasp, before all focus returned to getting back on solid ground.
The most beautiful of curses
Base by Skylark
