pluck + eoghan for ur pleasure.
that rock ledge had seemed perfectly safe --------- despite the fact it often felt like ar.lathan was rapidly crumbling around them one large rock at a time. so maybe she’d misjudged her jump just a little; landed with a slight twist of her ankle when the outcropping below her foot immediately started to give way --- it was a mistake anyone could’ve made.
a poorly placed step had earned her a nest of sorts just under the former ledge with a likely bruised tailbone and a definitely bruised ego. a poorly placed step, rook hoped after picking herself up out of the pile of underbrush that had broken her fall, that neither bella.ra or eoghan had gotten a good look at. ( at least bellara she knew wouldn’t say a word about it; nothing past whispering to check on if she was alright later on in their walk. eoghan, though … )
“right, so that way’s not going to work. we’ll have to go around.” she’s still picking leaves and twigs out of her leathers when she gets back to the others; hoping a casual tone and an equally casual full - bodied dust off will somehow negate the sound she’d made moments before ( and the string of antiv.an curses that had followed once she’d hit the ground again. )
she opens her mouth again to offer up an alternate route; something she'd seen while on her ass in the underbrush, but a tug behind her ear literally ( and figuratively ) pulls her attention to the fact eoghan's pulled a rather large, flat leaf out of her hair. "camoflague," the fact she'd been able to say it with a straight face was impressive. how believable that level of denial was remained to be seen. bel was already gone by then; looking for that other way around.
"don't laugh," nose crinkled, rook retrieved the leaf from between his thumb and forefinger. "....and don't tell luc.anis."
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