Do You Come Here Often?
06-28-2016, 10:36 PM
The first thing Peregrine was going to do when she got out of this mess was find the moron who had whispered 'treasure' and pointed her in this direction, and then she was going to kill them. Peregrine did not often get angry, but when she did it was a beautiful sight, like a fireworks display or the eruption of a volcano. Luckily, she was utterly alone. Even Tsiry was elsewhere, moving amongst the treetops of this otherworldly place. Any other time she might be looking for trolls or gnomes or faeries, but at the moment she was... occupied. And by occupied she meant trapped. She was seeking buried treasure (naturally) amongst a tangled pile of wood rot. In her defense, the center of this tangle was oddly circular and free of debris, and almost certainly held treasure. She was an expert on such matters, after all, so she should know. Unfortunately for her she had wormed her way into a rather vexing position. One leg was tucked up underneath, braced against a log of middling size, while her other dangled, her toes just managing to brush the earth. Her front was pitched forward, awkwardly splayed amongst a tangle of branches and pinned beneath another log of middling size which had suddenly shifted. If she had had both legs beneath her perhaps she would have been able to lift it but for the moment... she was quite stuck. And her pride absolutely refused to call for help. "Tsiry" |
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