Leaves the Greaves

Pyrrha wanted to believe she could make the jump with them, but she wasn’t sure she wanted to stake her life on that belief. Begrudgingly, she removed her heels to take off the armor that bundled around her ankles before she donned her heels once more. Mentally vowing to return for them, she moved her arm to cover her assets once more. The cool air that kissed her legs felt refreshing, but it was a constant reminder of just how little she was wearing. Now, she was ready. Pyrrha darted off toward the edge of the cliff as fast as she could and leapt toward the tree. Her stomach knotted up as she freefell, hoping she didn’t just make the biggest mistake of her life. A moment later, she landed right atop the tree, graceful as ever. She breathed a sigh of relief as she tried to gather her bearings and steel herself for what came next.

She heard the tree begin to crack. Her blood ran cold. A moment later, she was riding the tree down the mountain. The ride was didn’t last long, though, as the tree quickly slid into the incline and launched into the forest with her atop it. It slammed through the branches of other trees, easily snapping them under its ****, as it headed straight toward the forest floor. The moment Pyrrha had the chance, she abandoned ship. Forgetting her modesty and focusing on survival, she leapt from the log and grabbed ahold of a nearby branch with both hands. Using her still achy muscles, she pulled herself atop the branch and slid as close to the tree trunk as she could. Feeling its rough bark pressed against her chest as she hugged it for dear life while she caught her breath.