[ it’s strange—dextera wants to yell too, but no sound comes out, even though his voice is in tact. there’s a breathy gasp instead, as he forms guren’s name with his mouth at the same instant he’s pushed. ]
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[ what if the forest patches itself over before dextera can grab guren? in a split second, he makes the decision to pitch himself forward and grasp for any part of guren he can reach. if they get separated here—
he misses, in the thick fog, but the feeling of falling is soon interrupted by a splash that stings against any skin he has exposed. ]
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[ what if the forest patches itself over before dextera can grab guren? in a split second, he makes the decision to pitch himself forward and grasp for any part of guren he can reach. if they get separated here—
he misses, in the thick fog, but the feeling of falling is soon interrupted by a splash that stings against any skin he has exposed. ]