WHERE: the Falls (for now)
WHEN: It’s AM (again)
People ‘ooh’ and ‘ahh’ at the sight of the waterfalls and its thunderous crashes. Mallory only has eyes for the trees: green, tall, and wrong. Unfamiliar. She slips away from the crowd - only enough to prod one of the tree trunks with a single finger, frowning all the while. “Toto, I don’t think we’re on our beach anymore,” she declares, drawing a hand back, squinting. She catches sight of a friend-not friend and beckons her over. “Ah, Tamyra, look, this tree doesn’t have a single marking on it. No flower, no smiley face. I’ve marked every tree I could reach near our jungle. How is this ours then? I didn’t even ask her where we were going!” She pauses abruptly at the sight of water and inhales a little shakily.
"Thank goodness, I’ve missed freshwater. Not even to drink, just to... have and see,” she says, sighing, crouching down along the edge of the water. Her fingers trail through it. She cups it, splashing some on her face, ignoring the way it makes her wine-colored crop top cling to her neck. “Okay, I guess if the water is this nice, I can accept how different this place is." Swiveling her head, she raises a brow at Tamyra. “What’s wrong with you? You know, besides running through a cave for days.”
Then, because it seems when things go wrong one way, they are destined to go wrong another. With her hands still straining for the water, her sudden movement to look at Tamyra throws her off balance. Her fingers close around Tamyra’s wrist. With a yelp, she falls backwards into the rushing water.