Flurgeyblurgey (open)

I woke up under a tree, confused about what had happened before. Zach had taken me into the woods, showed me his favorite spot, and somehow we had fallen asleep. My hand was still clenched, as if I was holding his and he had slid it out when he left, and my body was hunched, as if I had been leaning on him. Why hadn't he woken me up? Well, it wasn't like I had a reason to. I had already worked that day. He had to take care of the bar at night. I sat up into a more natural position watched the forest. I admired the way the mist reflected the colors of the sunset. This was the perfect scenery, perfect backdrop for just thinking. I nestled into the roots of the tree and half-drifted into oblivion.

Crys woke with a start, opening her eyes to bright sunlight. Looking out she noticed
that she wasn't as far from the cabin as she thought she was. "Oh well," she says to herself. "No changing things now.

Crys is in the process of untieing herself from the tree before she remembers the voice that had woken her. She looks down. "Oh! Because I couldn't find the cabin?"

Her answer is more of a question. He's not a peacekeeper. He looks like a runaway. He wouldn't be the first Crys had met in these woods. "Who're you?"

I opened my eyes. The girl was still in the tree, blushing. The figure, a guy, looked like he was about to puke up something really hilarious. Why was she in a tree? Why was she tied to this tree? Why was the kid about to laugh his tongue right out of his mouth? Was my falling from a tree really that funny-looking? Well, I fell from a tree. I probably would've laughed, too. At least they weren't Peacekeepers. That was what I had really cared about. I looked down at myself. My skirt was tucked into my coat. Ugh. At least I was wearing tights this time. I didn't even know why I was wearing a skirt. It was forty degrees outside. My black boots seemed unaffected by my fall into the dirt. My gray two-button coat had leaves and twigs scattered across the front, but other wise I looked normal. Wait, if I looked normal, what was this guy laughing at? Whatever. I had better things to do. I brushed myself off, shook the debris out of my hair and walked quickly away from these people who obviously had issues of their own.

"Be nice!" Crys scolded, fingers fumbling to finish untieing herself from the tree. It wasn't working. The knot had tightened to much over night. With an exasperated sigh Crys looked to see how far the girl had gotten. Not very. "Hey!" she called, wincing at how loud the sound was. It made her nervous. "Hey, um... Girl! Could you maybe possibly climb up here again and help me out? I'm kinda stuck...." Her pack, and along with it her small belt knife, was hanging just out of her reach on another branch. Her blush deepened. This was some situation.