heavy footsteps trace the familiar path , his arms lifting up to swing on low - hanging branches as he goes , his feet finding the ground almost graciously each and every time , as though he belongs here . almost half a mile behind him lies the drop ship , and the rest of his camp , and he’s grateful for the peace . he arrives a little earlier than her ---- he still hasn’t quite figured out how to keep track of time down here yet ---- and busies himself with climbing a nearby tree to combat the boredom . he situates himself mid - way up the tree , coming to a stop with his good knee bent underneath him in a crouch , and his injured knee stretched out below him to allow it to rest . a rustling in the forest floor below causes him to fall entirely still , save for a wicked smirk weaving its way across his features as he catches the flash of familiar red locks through the branches . ‘ B A N G ! you’re dead ! ’ he grins , clearly impressed with his own joke , and bends his knee once more experimentally , before moving to hang from the lowest branch . ‘ i thought you were supposed to be some kinda’ big bad grounder warrior princess . ’
closed starter for @trigrown .
