His brows furrowed and he looked back. "Now..? Are you sure?" *** She squinted, tossing it up the counter.
He squinted. "Debatable." *** A bit later, she was traversing outside, carrying a sack of food she scavenged. She was looking for the entrance to her tribe.
She nudged him playfully. "Don't be rude." * * * Night was falling around her, darkness slowly moving in.
He stuck his tongue out at her. *** Nascha frowned, glancing up at the sky. She squinted in the darkness, her eyes only widened as she spotted a dark figure in the sky swiftly moving toward her. She drew a small blade made from sharpened stone. She raised it in a panic, but the owl picked her up as she yelped, dropping the food. It flew a short ways, not too far off the ground. She reached around, stabbing its talon with her blade. It screeched, letting her go. She fell a ways to the ground, landing with a small thud.
She huffed, going over to the edge of the windowsill and looking over. "Let's get to work." * * * Victor's head jerked up and the sound of the owl screech. His eyes narrowed and he dropped the root he was holding, mounting Munshiener. "Come on, boy. Go."
He nodded, looking over the edge. "We'll create a pulley." *** She groaned, pushing herself up slowly. She glanced around, aching from the rough landing. It only took a moment for her to black out, her vision going dark.
She looked over at him with a grin. "Let's get to it." * * * The owl screeched again overhead and Munsheiner approached, his nose twitching. It took a moment for Victor to recognize her in the darkness, but his eyes widened slightly and he got off of the mouse's back, walking over to her. "Hey. Hey, Nascha. Wake up." When there was no response, he muttered something under his breath before grabbing her wrists and pulling her away, loading her onto Munsheiner's back. They took off in the darkness, disappearing in the night.
He nodded, going over the edge to climb down and gather supplies. *** She didn't awaken on the way there, remaining silent and still.
(Zoop?) * * * (Zoop!) When she awoke, she would find herself in a small, dimly lit room. She was covered in a surprisingly warm cattail blanket, her head resting on a pillow made of dandelion seeds. A fire burned in the corner, casting warm light against the dirt walls. There was a crude table and some tools laid across it, including an ivy stem bow and some acorn shell bowls. She was alone in the room; there was a hole in the wall that had a steep incline as a floor, obscuring her view of where it led.
(Yoop!) Osiris was pulling the rope, hauling up some of the last supplies. *** Her eyes flew open, and she sat up quickly, looking terrified. Her head darted around before she raised her hand to it, feeling the soreness creep in.
Dahlia has been moving around keenly, propping up blankets with beams. *** A few minutes would pass before a figure would enter the room, sliding down the hallway easily and crossing the room to the fire. It would take her a moment to recognize him, but he set down his bag on the table and unwound a scarf from his neck, not even glancing at her. He took off the handkerchief covering his mouth, revealing a clean scar that crossed over his lips and a couple days worth of stubble, his jawline sharp and severe.
It had reached the top it was trinkets and lights. He climbed up the ladder they made, going to join her at the top. *** She didn't say anything, her eyes only widening slightly. When she spoke, her voice was a bit hoarse. "Mouse boy?"
She was rooting through the last of the supplies, hooking a lost ring over her shoulder before looking over at him with a sunny grin. “Perfect!” *** He glanced over at her in surprise. “Oh. You’re awake. Lie back down; you’re going to faint again.” He walked over and pulled a clean moss rag from a laundry line, going over to the water pot by the fire and wetting the rag with warm water. He came back over to her, sitting down matter of factly and pressing the damp rag to her forehead. “How do you feel? Any broken limbs?”
He rested his arms on the surface, grinning. "It's coming together." *** She was looking up at him with wide eyes. "No.. Nothing's broken."
She ruffled his hair affectionately, pulling the lights along the edge of the window, a long train trailing behind her. *** He was studying her, his sharp green eyes darting from place to place to look for anything wrong. “You can move your arms and legs and everything?”
He pulled himself up, looking around. "I love it." *** She bent her arms and legs. "I think I'm okay."
She sat down triumphantly as the sun began to set over the horizon, golden light streaming through the window. *** He nodded, setting down the cloth and standing up, returning to the fire. “Well, it’s too late for you to go back right now,” he said, his voice low. “You’ll just have to wait until morning.”
