The prickles on the thin branches that stopped her fall were burrowing easily through her sweater and into her skin. Pretty red drops of blood squeezed their way out of the many small cuts and scratches on her hands and neck. A wet sensation on her nose, with the faintest aroma of copper told her she had a cut on her face as well. Mara's back was stinging, and her ankle was throbbing lightly. She reached down to feel the offending
foot, and decided that it was fine. Mara began extracting herself from the bush as the
last light of the sunset faded from the sky.
Three tugs and two tumbles later, and Mara was finally free of the offending, clinging plant.
She stumbled back up onto her feet and looked around in the darkness. A breeze suddenly
picked up, and Mara got the distinct impression that the wind was laughing at her. Don't be
ridiculous. What sort of moron thinks that moving air is capable of laughing at anything?
"Apparently I do." Mara muttered under her breath. The breeze fluttered suddenly, and
Mara felt like it was laughing even more. "What's so funny?" She asked the night around her. The wind stopped blowing for a second, and then Mara's hair whipped into her face as a small cyclone of wind surrounded her.
"Hey!" Mara yelled, and the wind stopped again, as if in response to what she said. Mara
stood still in the night. She had lost her coat and scarf somewhere on the trip down, but it
was too dark to wander around trying to find them. She would have to wait until morning,
unless a brilliant moon decided to rise. Of course, Mara could just leave them behind
altogether, since the season was far from cold enough temperatures to justify having them.