Shae + 🍂??
from falling muses prompts
🍂fall out of a tree
Content Warnings: tiny whump, faerie whump, cold weather, environmental whump, falling, cuts/scratches, mild injury, brief mention of an animal attack
(thank you!)
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At the time, climbing this high seemed like a good idea. Running for his life from a hungry lynx, Shae had spotted a thick evergreen among the barren trees and scrambled up it. Up and up and up until the needles were too thick for the cat to follow and the pine masked his scent.
Shae only stops when he is too spent to go on. Straddling a thin branch, he flops back against the trunk and lets his burning limbs dangle. It takes him several minutes to catch his breath.
He has no intention of coming down that night. Not when gleaming eyes, sharp teeth and claws like daggers might be waiting. The adrenaline of the chase starts to fade and Shae quickly dozes off.
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Morning brings strong winds whistling through the forest. The sky is gray and the air carries the sharp chill of winter.
The little faerie wakes shivering. He wraps his arms tight around himself but it's no substitute for the jacket he shed the day before, trying to throw the lynx off his scent. His shoes are long gone and his clothes are threadbare, the same tunic and pants he's been wearing since getting lost weeks ago. They do little to stave off the cold.
He has to get down...get somewhere warmer, maybe some bushes or, if he's lucky, an abandoned burrow -
A sudden gust slams into the tree so suddenly that Shae, numb and groggy, doesn't even have a chance to hold on. The branches rattle and Shae loses his balance and topples from his perch.
The tightly packed branches at the top slow his fall while the needles scratch his skin and catch on his clothes. Shae scrambles for something to hold onto. He manages to grab a twig, one barely strong enough to hold him. It sags from his weight and Shae slides down to the end, tearing up the skin of his palm. He nearly lets go and only at the last moment brings his other hand up to cling to the twig.
Shae sways there for several moments, catching his breath. As his racing heart calms the sharp sting of his scratches and cuts and bleeding hand catch up with him. He whimpers and looks down; the ground looks so far away, and he doesn’t know if he has the strength to make the climb...
He never gets to find out.
Another strong wind plucks the faerie from the twig and sends him flying to the next tree over where he smacks into the trunk. This tree is barren; there is nowhere for him to go but down.
Shae drops like a stone until he hits the first branch. It’s almost thick enough to hold him, but not quite. He falls again and again, his limp body bouncing from one branch to another, while he is helpless to do anything but let out little oofs and ows.
He lands heavily in a patch of dry leaves. With wobbling arms he tries to prop himself up, but when he puts pressure on his stinging hand it’s more than he can bear, and he collapses.
It’s far from safe but a gnarled root shields him from the wind and the leaves are softer than the ground. Shae is so weak, so battered; his clothes are in shreds, useless against the winter air. The stings of cold and of cuts become indistinguishable from one another.
When a breeze carries more leaves to pile on top of him, it’s almost comforting. As they build it becomes like a blanket. Not quite warm, but safe, shielding him from predators and blocking out the bright gray sky as Shae blinks slowly, blearily, and gives in to sleep.
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