corrinesbell | 100. Centripetal [action/voice]

[Life's funny sometimes.]

[Sheena's moving through the forest using the trees. She remembers that wolf giving her warnings and all that, but it was a long time ago and someone made a good point about the people who got returned - and about New Feathers, but there hadn't been any - being at the mercy of whatever was going on in there. ...So she may not have stopped patrolling for more than a day or two. Particularly after she remembered she could defend herself much better from a distance now.

It's not her fault when one of the branches cracks under her feet as she stops to gauge her next move. She reaches almost calmly for another branch or two to catch herself on, but they're all thin and twiggy. One of them snags her glove and it slips off as the branch and Sheena take a gravity ride to the dirt and leaves below.

And if it stopped there everything would be mostly okay.

When her back strikes the ground, it goes through it and continues on, into the bottom of a pitfall. Winded, she takes a minute or two to catch her breath.]

Not again.

[In the fall, the journal ended up nearby, half-buried but open. ...Why not?]

[[ooc: ...What else is there to do with Sheena's 100th post?]]