Maea
The worst of all blessings
"Hm?" It took her a moment to process the question. Slowly sitting up, she went through body parts one by one, registering a twinge of pain in an ankle - the one the ground had divorced so abruptly - and a dull, insidious burn in her palms. Holding them up so both she and Liam could see, it was to find the skin partially flayed and ripped where it had skimmed along the tree, past branches, knots and buds. Blood had begun to rise like a crimson tide, filling in the gouged furrows like her flesh was a canyon begging for floods to fill it; grimacing, she shook her head gently.
"I think... this is the worst of it. Mh. Maybe... maybe a sprain, too." A miracle, if you thought about it. Given the scale of the break, and the distance to the water, she was lucky to escape without broken bones. Or winding up a statue on the bottom of the river, lost out of reach for the waters to polish until nothing remained...
No. Don't think about it.
"Do you have a knife?"
"I think... this is the worst of it. Mh. Maybe... maybe a sprain, too." A miracle, if you thought about it. Given the scale of the break, and the distance to the water, she was lucky to escape without broken bones. Or winding up a statue on the bottom of the river, lost out of reach for the waters to polish until nothing remained...
No. Don't think about it.
"Do you have a knife?"
The most beautiful of curses
Base by Skylark
