[h3][color=fff200]Vera Wynn[/color][/h3]
[h3]SNAP[/h3]
[i]What was that?![/i] Her head spun around to look at the seemingly-steady root that had been supporting her, only to find it slowly starting to give way, to her utter horror. This had to be a nightmare. With the situation compelling her to let go, she felt the strong winds' attempts to pull her clean away from the cliff. Acting quickly, she managed to take hold of the roots that were protruding out below. The drop had only lasted for a split second, but it took her another moment to get over the airtime she had just experienced in that short span of time. Unlike a roller-coaster, there was no safety belt for security.

An involuntary glance back up led to something catching her eye. The previous root she had been holding on to had somehow begun to mend itself. Forgetting her fear for awhile, she was fascinated, but at the same time indignant at being tricked, especially as it could have meant life or death for her. She wondered how many lawsuits had been faced by the academy, if any, for she knew that her parents would have hysterics if they ever found out what she was doing over here. With that in mind, she continued to press forward, following the trail of roots down to the outcrop. On the bright side, that drop had brought her significantly closer to it.

She was nearing the outcrop, when she suddenly felt the bunch of smaller roots she was holding on to begin to tear apart. She urgently glanced at where she was supposed to make it to, her attention falling on the foliage. She had no idea how hard or soft it was, but if she could make it there, any injury sustained from it would be better than dying. Taking a deep breath, she put her foot against the wall of the cliff and launched herself towards the outcrop, hoping that the friction would be sufficient to get her there. Her eyes were shut as she tumbled into the collection of leaves, and when she opened them, everything was blurry and her head pounded.

"Oww..."

Her vision cleared after a few blinks. She was exhausted and hurting, but she had made it. It was definitely quite a bit to process, and she looked forward to letting her affluent friends back home know about how she nearly died. A couple of others had made it before her, and she was filled with admiration at their skill and courage. There was no way this was a normal thing for anyone to do, not even for those who were not as well off as she was.