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BanaBatGirl · 09-26-2010, 09:08 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by The Narrator

Your wand is easily graspable as the bowtruckles are still with the fairy eggs. Nothing stops you from feeling the smooth wood between your fingers.

Wand now in hand, you may want to see to some additional light, and a quick look around will tell you that you are in the middle of the lake, with the far shore in front of you. That is your destination. That is where you must go.

The lilypads below seem to bob in and out of the water as it churns and the trees spread further apart. Skittering among the leaves suggests that the bowtruckles in neighboring treesare anxious to be appeased, as well.

FINALLY.

Fletcher felt so accomplished at this moment in time. He grabbed his wand and put the cool, smooth, polished wood to his cheek. Eyes closed, he savored the feeling of being reconnected at last and then pulled it away from his face to examine it for any damages. Hmm. It looked okay... but was it really? Really? He gave it a few consoling kisses and strokes and then decided it was time to figure out a way outta here.

"Lumos," Fletcher (thought he) whispered, flicking his wand and aiming its bright, bright beam all around. He hadn't forgotten about his branch, but now he could duel-wield the light! Or at least until the poor branch lost all of its seeds.... it had been through the wringer tonight.

Fletcher bent down and blew on the few remaining seeds. Uh oh. He heard that telltale scuttling coming his way too. More bowtruckles. Brilliant. Fletcher was NOT going to feed all of them. No way no how.

He glanced down at the lily pads, then back up at the trees all around. The ones ahead were infested with more bowtruckles, most likely, and they seemed to be swinging too wildly for him to be able to do anything. Well. It looked like he was down to two options.... he'd try one first, now that he had his wand and all.

Swinging his bowtruckle-free tree, Fletcher swung back toward what looked like one of the sturdier lily pads. He slid down the edge of the roots, and then, right when he seemed to be directly over the center of the plant, he let go. Hopefully he'd fall more gently this time and then he could move on to step two of his exit strategy.

09-26-2010, 09:08 AM	#123 (permalink)
BanaBatGirl Banshee Join Date: May 2007 Location: Gotham Posts: 51,215 Hogwarts RPG Name: TBD Gryffindor Hogwarts RPG Name: Zara H. Bunbury-Foster Slytherin Fifth Year	Professor Pink \| Mrs. Bruce Wayne \| I'm on a Goat \| Glitterpuff \| Dumbledore's Defense Squad \| BHB Quote: Originally Posted by The Narrator Your wand is easily graspable as the bowtruckles are still with the fairy eggs. Nothing stops you from feeling the smooth wood between your fingers. Wand now in hand, you may want to see to some additional light, and a quick look around will tell you that you are in the middle of the lake, with the far shore in front of you. That is your destination. That is where you must go. The lilypads below seem to bob in and out of the water as it churns and the trees spread further apart. Skittering among the leaves suggests that the bowtruckles in neighboring treesare anxious to be appeased, as well. FINALLY. Fletcher felt so accomplished at this moment in time. He grabbed his wand and put the cool, smooth, polished wood to his cheek. Eyes closed, he savored the feeling of being reconnected at last and then pulled it away from his face to examine it for any damages. Hmm. It looked okay... but was it really? Really? He gave it a few consoling kisses and strokes and then decided it was time to figure out a way outta here. "Lumos," Fletcher (thought he) whispered, flicking his wand and aiming its bright, bright beam all around. He hadn't forgotten about his branch, but now he could duel-wield the light! Or at least until the poor branch lost all of its seeds.... it had been through the wringer tonight. Fletcher bent down and blew on the few remaining seeds. Uh oh. He heard that telltale scuttling coming his way too. More bowtruckles. Brilliant. Fletcher was NOT going to feed all of them. No way no how. He glanced down at the lily pads, then back up at the trees all around. The ones ahead were infested with more bowtruckles, most likely, and they seemed to be swinging too wildly for him to be able to do anything. Well. It looked like he was down to two options.... he'd try one first, now that he had his wand and all. Swinging his bowtruckle-free tree, Fletcher swung back toward what looked like one of the sturdier lily pads. He slid down the edge of the roots, and then, right when he seemed to be directly over the center of the plant, he let go. Hopefully he'd fall more gently this time and then he could move on to step two of his exit strategy. __________________ yeah, there's one thing about me that you should know________________________________ __________________________________________that I can't help from speaking my mind