and đąïsΫ✿đązzℓεbεℓℓε wrote16 minutes, 1 second ago
đąïsΫ✿đązzlεbεllε and the Chameleons
Day 10 -Late -A Water Dragon
Our intrepid explorers were very lucky to be unhurt.
The surge of ocean water had deposited them right back into the jungle, but exactly where in the jungle was, however, harder to define.
Other than having the wind knocked out of me, I felt fine. “Oh no!”, suddenly I felt panicky, "đąïsΫ✿?, Where is đąïsΫ✿?" The last time I saw her was at the roti stand, still in my hood. The smiling, toothless cook handed me two fresh rotis in a plastic bag. I passed the small bag back to her and said “guard these with your life Sweet Pea”, and then tightened the drawstring of my hood. Now, in a panic I fumbled with the wet drawstring, dreading what I might find, but when the hood opened, there she was inside, looking terrified, soaked and clinging to the roti bag for dear life, but otherwise she seemed unhurt. I don't know if I've ever felt greater relief.
By now the sun had set and the canopy of trees overhead were blocking out any residual light that there may have been. It was utterly pitch black and I was helpless. I did, of course, have an excellent flashlight but it was out of reach, packed in my knapsack, stowed under my bed, back at camp.
Fortunately fairies are blessed with very different eye sight from humans and within a few minutes đąïsΫ✿ was able to guide me to a dryer spot with a tree stump to sit on.
Slowly the sounds of other people could be heard far off in the darkness, many were crying or seemed to be in pain. "Are you alright on your own?" asked đąïsΫ✿. I nodded and assumed that she could see me. "I'll find help then" she said and placed the, miraculously, still slightly warm roti bag in my hands. "I won't be long" she said with determination and then flew away leaving me to ponder a question which had resurfaced in my thoughts, what is a Water Dragon?
...more to come
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