[She could have sworn she was in the leaves just before, but now she's in the dirt.
She struggles and struggles against it, the smell of soil rich in her nose, clumping under her fingernails (so much for her last manicure), blocking her eyes. She's scrambling, clawing, reaching her hand out for anything to grab onto-
And then a hand takes hers and pulls.
A voice she doesn't know, encouraging her on. Grace has come too far to die here, she's not ready to see the Underworld (Freddie) any time soon, so she uses the grip to pull herself up and up and out-
Blinking into the light. A tree. And some kind of scene kid in warrior cosplay.
She coughs out dirt, shaking it out of her hair. Gets another look at her rescuer. He's committed to the look, that's for sure. Or maybe...]
very on brand
She struggles and struggles against it, the smell of soil rich in her nose, clumping under her fingernails (so much for her last manicure), blocking her eyes. She's scrambling, clawing, reaching her hand out for anything to grab onto-
And then a hand takes hers and pulls.
A voice she doesn't know, encouraging her on. Grace has come too far to die here, she's not ready to see the Underworld (Freddie) any time soon, so she uses the grip to pull herself up and up and out-
Blinking into the light. A tree. And some kind of scene kid in warrior cosplay.
She coughs out dirt, shaking it out of her hair. Gets another look at her rescuer. He's committed to the look, that's for sure. Or maybe...]
What... the hell was that?