Starter for @mildterrorofthedeep
Arms and legs dangling from a tree, the kid laid there in a branch. The fall was... 4, maybe 5 feet? Still taller than her, that’s for sure. She laid there helplessly for a couple of minutes, hanging with the wind.
Slowly coming to, she lifts her head up and looks around. Grass, grass, more grass, a bird or some sort, a bench, and some more grass. She lets her head back down to hang, since there wasn’t anyone around that could possibly be sentient enough to help. She’s never been one for falling off of anything in the first place.
Seemingly alone, Mustard begins to try and fall asleep. It’s not the most comfortable position, but it’s better to try and ignore it and hope that when she gets up, she won’t be in a tree, as unlikely as it is.
