Poor Jace is having a bad trip =/
The femme freaked out before her, and Axelle just stared silently. So, supposedly her friend drowned in the icy waters. Axelle looked around herself, now her high really fading, and saw no ice. Then she tested the current, and it wasn’t strong at all. Then she looked back at Jace to attempt to calm her down, but the female’s hand reached out and grabbed Axelle. She loosely tried to pull her out of the water, only weakly shaking Axelle in the process. ”Okay, okay. I’ll get out.” Axelle carefully untangled her friend’s fingers out of the fur on her shoulder, and climbed onto the bank. She was wet, and now dirty from sitting on the soggy bank, but still alive.
”See? I’m alive. Now, get up please.” She concentrated on pulling Jace up from the ground by her armpits, gently. She softly rubbed the female’s fur in a cajoling way with her damp hands. Poor Jace was limited to painful zugzwangs. If she opened her eyes and saw the water, it would bring back painful memories, and if Axelle attempted to move her away from it, she would get her wet also causing painful memories and probably violent terror in the female. Axelle just caressed her fur and hoped that Jace would come out of this herself.
Her high was definitely not a high anymore. The water's diamondy effect faded until it almost looked normal, and she no longer had the urge to taste strange things. The trees no longer winked at her, and she couldn't really remember why she had a funny bug taste in her mouth. She still felt a little dizzy, and probably would’ve been acting a little silly had this situation not been happening. She wondered how Jace was feeling in the high department. From the events of today, maybe Axelle would lay off the 'Shroom Soup for just a little while.
Word Count → 316
Points → 3
