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Amelya sat up, head throbbing. "Dammit…" she groaned, rubbing the spot on her skull that had struck the ground. Her eyes took a second to clear and focus. The ground was soft and springy, like a jumbo-sized moss pad, but not very thick. The dirt or stone beneath was hard-packed and solid. But it was…purple? Eyes finally coming into focus, she gaped at the moss that shimmered in metallic blue and purple, reflecting its hues back up at her skin. A breeze ruffled her hair, wafting a smell of earth and chocolate past her nose. what the actual…
"Hey Hunter, this isn't funny!" She called for Cayde, hoping this was some sort of weird-ass, trippy trick of his. "Yo, really. Where you at, ya lil punk?!" No response. one minute, she'd been climbing a tree to prove she could do it faster, then she'd slipped and smacked her head… Come on, man. I don't have the time or patience to be dead.
Standing, she observed that she had on injuries other than her bruised head and scraped palms from the tree.
She sighed. Note to self: don't do stupid shit with Cayde Hunter.
Trees surrounded her, most of them thin and warped, and twisted into pretzels. Their leaves were tiny little dots of green-blue, making them look blurry. The sky was a cartoonishly cheerful blue, with cartoonish puffs of cloud.
She groaned. Onward, the thought, without much enthusiasm. And Amelya started walking.
(is that good? first time writing much with this girl, and I still got carried away! rate my writing 1/10)