Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-44640489-20191223005445/@comment-44640489-20191224225816

(Yo Alex I’ve got some more things for Esme. XD) Esme woke up with sticks in her hair and leaves on her body. Also bird poop on her buttoned t shirt. She shapeshifted into a v neck sweater and jeans. She wasn’t ready to face her friends so she went to the secret tree house. No one was there. After an hour of reading and an out of archery, Esme grew bored. Last time Esme only climbed to the first canopy. The second was much harder, but she was determined to climb to the top. Esme chalked up her hands, got some food, water and cloth. A bow and arrow to climb down. Esme climbed out of the top story window and climbed on the roof. Then she started climbing. She grasped the knobs and pulled herself up. She climbed until her legs ache and her hands raw and calloused. She was already on the second canopy. The climb was way harder. Nooks were harder to find, less branches. The cold air made her realize her hands were bleeding. Esme could almost see the top. She now climb with more determination to make it to the top. Her right foot was on a branch when she heard a crack. Her right foot was hanging, that made her left foot slip. Her life depended on two bleeding hands. Fear rushed over Esme. She didn’t know she was this high up. Her right hand slipped. She tried to pull up, but alas her effort made her fall. She plummeted down. A branch hit her spine sending pain up her body. Esme tried to grab on something. No more branches. She was determined to get a way out of this certain death. Then she felt it. It was air, but hard. Esme closed her fingers around it. She float in mid air. A miracle. She could feel wind around her body. She was... controlling it. “Up,” she commanded. Air zoomed through her body. She could control it, Esme felt capable of everything. She landed on the peak of the tree. It was defiantly the tallest tree around. Half a mile up. Esme could see everything. The dorms, beach woods, mountains. The mountains. Where they needed to escape from. For hours Esme sit up there. With more arendaile than ever, she jumped off of the tree. She was literally flying. She set foot on ground and thought, we need a meeting and we need to get out of there. Her love life didn’t matter now. Only that they will be free... soon.