What Could Go Wrong?
05-06-2015, 05:02 PM
Laughter echoed down the ravine. While the landscape seemed more or less devoid of life (excepting a few hardy cedars and their saplings,) the noise must surely have been coming from somewhere. A listener would have to defy logic, not to look farther down into the valley below but instead farther upwards to the craggy ridge which towered above. Chunks of rock and clouds of scree clustered on the slope below, lending to the fact that this was not terrain you ought to be mucking around with. This meant little and less to Lyre, who had decided to play a game. The young fae had spent the better part of the day trekking up the slope, had amassed a new collection of bruises and bumps, all so that she could take in the view. Once arriving at the peak she'd spent a short while being blown away by all that lay below her... and then had promptly grown bored. After spending all that energy to mount the summit though, she couldn't just leave, though! So she'd decided to see how long she could balance on the highest point on only two paws. She wiggled and wavered, but it wasn't until a stiff breeze swept up the opposing side of the mountain that her laughter turned to curses. She hissed out her sudden displeasure, tail lashing frantically as she tried to regain her poise, but it was for naught. Her legs pitched out from under her and Lyre lurched to the side, angling desperately for the four foot drop off and not the plunging descent on the other side. She crashed down onto a jagged and fractured pile of stone, breath gushing from her lungs, before bouncing down another short fall. Her paws scrabbled for some sort of hold, and it was with a graceless floundering that she managed to halt her tumble before it got out of hand. Her head was spinning, her ears ringing, and she could feel the sting of myriad new cuts and scrapes. "Well," she wheezed out. "S'pose that could've been worse!" She laughed a deprecating laugh and tried her best to stand. |