Chapter 2
by 
StabilizerEmerald
All they knew was that they must survive.
[P] Calarel - Elf -- STORY COMPLETED
Calarel wakes with a start. For a brief moment, she’s afraid that she can’t move her arms; then she remembers her place. Her coming of age has begun. From this sacred grove, the girl must get home unbred. She had heard that the creatures of the forest knew where the girls begin and were often lying in wait.
Her particular clearing barely lets in any of the silver moonlight. The canopy is too thick. But even in the dim moonlight, Calarel is a sight to behold. The girl’s soft, red hair cascades around her porcelain face. Her usually perky breasts were crushed into her chest by the arm binder.
She tries to get her bearings.
[GM: ok roll precision for me. P: 21! GM: ok you know where you are. Roll plus caution to see how well she proceeds. P: 15.]