[Even though the earth is soft and the trial should not be that difficult... Sieglinde is weak. The atrophied muscles of her legs have no power with which to kick, the arms which have never had to lift have no strength to pull, and she feels the dirt suffocating her, pressing down, a pale hand groping for nothing but air. The feeling of comfort and warmth had evaporated instantly as the voice in her mind had faded, and any elation she could have felt at surviving the death of everything she'd known...
Becomes the dread of knowing she will die here, instead.
But then there is someone. She feels a hand grab hers, she thrashes uselessly in attempt to help, and though the other person will likely have to bear most of her weight themselves to drag her free... it is a mere sixty some pounds. After a brief struggle, the ground heaving between her savior's feet, a face breaks the surface with a desperate gasp, and what comes out of the ground...
Is a small girl in a black and emerald lace gown, her eyes wild with fear and her lungs clogged with dirt.]
hello!!!
Becomes the dread of knowing she will die here, instead.
But then there is someone. She feels a hand grab hers, she thrashes uselessly in attempt to help, and though the other person will likely have to bear most of her weight themselves to drag her free... it is a mere sixty some pounds. After a brief struggle, the ground heaving between her savior's feet, a face breaks the surface with a desperate gasp, and what comes out of the ground...
Is a small girl in a black and emerald lace gown, her eyes wild with fear and her lungs clogged with dirt.]