Date: April 23 Time: who can say? Location: in the arms of the jungle Closed Starter: @madibyrd
Wonderful. Just when life was starting to feel normal again, the jungle had to come and do what it does best — shake things up. Lark probably wouldn’t mind if he wasn’t currently so tied up... literally. Hands cinched together with thick vines, he hung precariously from a tall tree. If he could break free from the binds, this would be a perfect opportunity to practice feather falling (as his nerd brain liked to refer to the air ability).
He curled his body in a helpless attempt to reach the hunting dagger at his waist. Realising the effort would yield no results, he figured maybe a little haphazard writhing might do the trick. Nope. The vines wouldn’t budge. Dammit.
Then he heard a set of far off footsteps and a familiar voice calling out. “Madi!” He exclaimed, but she couldn’t hear him, not like that, not from this distance. “Madi,” he repeated, this time sending his voice on the wind to meet her, “Hey, it’s Lark. Are you okay? If you are, I could use a little help here. I’m sort of um... stuck.”
