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Cissie is completely and thoroughly lost. At this particular moment, she hates everything. When those porcupine-wolf-monster-things attacked, she had tried to find Tim, but she'd been a little preoccupied with not getting ripped apart or stuck with quills, and by the time she thought she was safe, she was turned around enough that she had no way of knowing how to get back to the clearing. Under normal circumstances, worrying about Tim in this kind of situation would be pretty silly, but he was hurt and stuck on crutches. How was he supposed to get away from those things when she had such a hard time?
She stumbles, her foot catching on a tree root, and nearly falls. She throws a hand out and catches herself on the tree instead, but the damage is done. Cissie's temper snaps and she turns to kick the tree, letting out a frustrated yell. She's tired, cold, worried and angrier with herself than she'd like to admit. Really, this meltdown should have happened hours ago.
"I thought I was done with this kind of thing. Couldn't have been transported to some freaking monster-filled woods when I was on my way to practice, no, it had to be while I'm wearing these damn boots, didn't it?"
She stumbles, her foot catching on a tree root, and nearly falls. She throws a hand out and catches herself on the tree instead, but the damage is done. Cissie's temper snaps and she turns to kick the tree, letting out a frustrated yell. She's tired, cold, worried and angrier with herself than she'd like to admit. Really, this meltdown should have happened hours ago.
"I thought I was done with this kind of thing. Couldn't have been transported to some freaking monster-filled woods when I was on my way to practice, no, it had to be while I'm wearing these damn boots, didn't it?"