Respond.

“Over here!” Vivia responded. “I need help!”

She sighed with both relief and resignation as she heard the noises of foliage rustling ever closer to her location up in the tree. Tilting her head back the few inches she could, she saw the woodland path before her, and the pair of legs walking upon it toward her.

An audible gasp was heard as those fair, dainty legs stood still. The pale-yellow hem of the girl's dress was as far up as Vivia could see on the figure before her, yet her view slowly grew as she was approached.

“Can you get me down?” Vivia asked, hoping her embarrassment wasn't noticeable through the shirt pulled over her face.

A cute, freckled face leaned in to peek into the opening Vivia could see through, short brown hair falling forward around the girl's concerned expression. “How did this happen?” she asked, brown eyes roaming the scene.

“I... slipped, then fell down the tree,” Vivia answered. “Just help me down.”