«We Could Be Legends»

[Cluckcluck1215]

Mapleshade slunk behind the Pure, Taylor's flame wall keeping them from crossing over. She watched, as Bleddyn look at Wolfram, her gaze blank, before the earth swallowed them both, leaving a yawning, endless abyss in the center of the clearing.
She stiffened. So she was right. The girl was special. She pulled her phone from her pocket, raising it to her ear. "Jeremy," she growled, voice low.
"Yes, Ma'am?"
"Send reinforcements."
"But, Ma'am, everyone is out there."
"Send. Reinforcements. Now." Her voice dropped to a whisper, lethality dripping from every word.
"S-sure thing, M-Ma'am! R-right on it!"
With a hiss, Mapleshade ended the call. She looked to the girl next to her, a girl that was barely a adult, but trained to kill. "Surround the clearing. Don't let anyone leave. Kill them if you must."
The girl nodded, and whispered to someone else.
Mapleshade's lips twisted into a malign grin. "Revenge truly is sweet."

 

[RiverStorm]

Bleddyn only was able to give her aunt the same blank look that she'd had to give Wolfram before the earth swallowed her.
Her descent was greatly obstructed and she sustained quite a few blows from passing subsoil chunks. For the most part, she stayed conscious, but only just.
When Bleddyn hit the undisturbed level supported by its neighboring bedrock, the wind wasn't just knocked out of her, it was ripped away.
Even after she'd recovered from the initial impact, she was more than willing to just lay there in her broken heap and await the end.
If this is really my doing, is it going to shut on its own or do I have to trigger that or...
She was hurled out of her fatal pondering by an unmistakable shrill voice.
Bleddyn sat straight up, came face-to-face with someone that had just been compressed into the guts of the ground, and blurted the first response that came to her scrambled mind. "Trust you to be automatically promoted to angel."

Wolfram didn't have a moment to process what had happened to Bleddyn, before the earth fell away from his feet. With a yelp of shock, earth slipped past his hand, and he snatched it, scrambling for a hold.
But it fell away like sand, and he plummeted. Never had he thought that he would be killed by being swallowed by the earth. I don't want to die. Not this soon, not this way...

The fall was quick, to fast for him to realize his landing was positively lethal. Breath left his lungs as he hit the flat level, and he was positive he heard bones snap. He would have made some noise that indicated pain, but found that no air could reach his lungs.
Is this what suffocating feels like?
He was grateful when he was able to take a breath, but the stabbing pain in his ribs confirmed his suspicions that he had broken something when he fell. Wait. I'm underground. How am I breathing?
He heard a voice then, and slowly, he pushed himself into a upright position, giving a soft yelp of agony. Oh, just kill me already.
But that voice...Sherri. Bleddyn. Muffled, but he could pick out their voices. "Sherri?" He rasped. "Dyn?"

River froze, but the ground crumbled away, ripping apart and swallowing her, Wolfram, and Bleddyn up.
The sensation of falling was indescribably terrifying, dirt and rocks kept being flung into her face, and she was mildly aware of the bridge of her nose and her top lip being torn open, but the searing pain of her ribs cracking overrode that of the cuts on her face.
Then, there was stillness as she hit the solid ground with a deafening thud, the air being knocked from her lungs. Am I even alive?
She began sucking in air hungrily, dust particles being brought into her lungs along with incredibly stale air, and her whole abdomen burned. Well, it hurts enough to say I am.
She gave a low groan, suddenly becoming aware of another presence in the newly formed underground room. She lifted her head, desperately trying to see who it was. "Wol... Wolfram?" She asked, rubbing her eyes repeatedly to clear them of dirt.

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

River froze, but the ground crumbled away, ripping apart and swallowing her, Wolfram, and Bleddyn up.
The sensation of falling was indescribably terrifying, dirt and rocks kept being flung into her face, and she was mildly aware of the bridge of her nose and her top lip being torn open, but the searing pain of her ribs cracking overrode that of the cuts on her face.
Then, there was stillness as she hit the solid ground with a deafening thud, the air being knocked from her lungs. Am I even alive?
She began sucking in air hungrily, dust particles being brought into her lungs along with incredibly stale air, and her whole abdomen burned. Well, it hurts enough to say I am.
She gave a low groan, suddenly becoming aware of another presence in the newly formed underground room. She lifted her head, desperately trying to see who it was. "Wol... Wolfram?" She asked, rubbing her eyes repeatedly to clear them of dirt.

A bout of coughing shook Wolfram's body, blinding pain stabbing his chest and ribs with every cough. The coughing ceased, leaving him gasping in painful breaths. But he became away he heard a third voice, not Dyn or Sherri, but a third.
He couldn't place who it was, and he blinked rapidly, his acute eyes picking up small bits of light from above, trying to figure out who is was.
"River?" Even speaking hurt. He gave a pained huff, able to see her now, albeit blurry. "Are you alright?"

 

[Amer]

Bleddyn only was able to give her aunt the same blank look that she'd had to give Wolfram before the earth swallowed her.
Her descent was greatly obstructed and she sustained quite a few blows from passing subsoil chunks. For the most part, she stayed conscious, but only just.
When Bleddyn hit the undisturbed level supported by its neighboring bedrock, the wind wasn't just knocked out of her, it was ripped away.
Even after she'd recovered from the initial impact, she was more than willing to just lay there in her broken heap and await the end.
If this is really my doing, is it going to shut on its own or do I have to trigger that or...
She was hurled out of her fatal pondering by an unmistakable shrill voice.
Bleddyn sat straight up, came face-to-face with someone that had just been compressed into the guts of the ground, and blurted the first response that came to her scrambled mind. "Trust you to be automatically promoted to angel."

Toby backed farther away from the hole. He didn't know if it would open up more, or if it would close. Either way, he didn't want to stay too close to it. He was also swaying too much for him to be safe around any large gap. "I would... s-step awa-away a bit." He stuttered, gripping on to Alpha's collar until his knuckles were white.

Wolfram didn't have a moment to process what had happened to Bleddyn, before the earth fell away from his feet. With a yelp of shock, earth slipped past his hand, and he snatched it, scrambling for a hold.
But it fell away like sand, and he plummeted. Never had he thought that he would be killed by being swallowed by the earth. I don't want to die. Not this soon, not this way...

The fall was quick, to fast for him to realize his landing was positively lethal. Breath left his lungs as he hit the flat level, and he was positive he heard bones snap. He would have made some noise that indicated pain, but found that no air could reach his lungs.
Is this what suffocating feels like?
He was grateful when he was able to take a breath, but the stabbing pain in his ribs confirmed his suspicions that he had broken something when he fell. Wait. I'm underground. How am I breathing?
He heard a voice then, and slowly, he pushed himself into a upright position, giving a soft yelp of agony. Oh, just kill me already.
But that voice...Sherri. Bleddyn. Muffled, but he could pick out their voices. "Sherri?" He rasped. "Dyn?"

"Angel? Pshaw," Sherri spat. She was thinking about the real angel, the golden pixie who had saved her.
Sherri winced as Wolfram fell with a crack. She would have wanted to say something snide about cats always landing on their feet in different circumstances, but one, it was rude to say that to someone who was dying, and two, they were all dying. "Guys. We have to get the pixie out of here." She couldn't think of anything else useful to say, like how they were going to do that, and hey, I have enhancer powers. Or, 'I'm a healer' or 'look, I can produce oxygen.' Or even 'hey, I only have one ability, but that is to make rope out of my hands.' Nope. None of that. But really only she and Wolfram could get in there in the first place, in cat form, and Wolfram looked too broken to do that.
She glanced at the dimming sky. Hey, at least there is a sky. And no eminent danger of suffocation.
~
Indigo jumped back from the widening chasm. "Jessi, maybe you could help by flying them out of there?" Indigo suggested. She clamped her hands firmly around Toby's waist to keep him steady and watched from over his shoulder.

 

[HeavensHens88]

"Angel? Pshaw," Sherri spat. She was thinking about the real angel, the golden pixie who had saved her.
Sherri winced as Wolfram fell with a crack. She would have wanted to say something snide about cats always landing on their feet in different circumstances, but one, it was rude to say that to someone who was dying, and two, they were all dying. "Guys. We have to get the pixie out of here." She couldn't think of anything else useful to say, like how they were going to do that, and hey, I have enhancer powers. Or, 'I'm a healer' or 'look, I can produce oxygen.' Or even 'hey, I only have one ability, but that is to make rope out of my hands.' Nope. None of that. But really only she and Wolfram could get in there in the first place, in cat form, and Wolfram looked too broken to do that.
She glanced at the dimming sky. Hey, at least there is a sky. And no eminent danger of suffocation.
~
Indigo jumped back from the widening chasm. "Jessi, maybe you could help by flying them out of there?" Indigo suggested. She clamped her hands firmly around Toby's waist to keep him steady and watched from over his shoulder.

"Wait." Only now was Bleddyn seeing the wounds that clearly marked Sherri as fully existent. She had hardly reacted while unidentified masses continued falling down around them and into neighboring rifts, but the sudden presence of two other voices really jarred her. Shoot. Shoot. Shoot. Her mind uselessly continued to run a loop of the same exact exclamation. Moving on bruised legs, she slowly pivoted to peer in the opposite direction. Even through the various degrees of partitioning blockages, it was pretty easy to tell that the two girls now had both Wolfram and River for company; also, it seemed that the newest drop-ins were, for the most part, functional. "None of us are dead."
Bleddyn turned back to Sherri with a slightly clearer head and a much more weighted heart. "She's through there?" she intoned limply. Her hands began to travel over her own frame in short, mechanical bursts. Yes. This was real. So very real. "Yeah. We can get her. For sure."
Bleddyn wasn't really so sure of anything at all except for the fact that this was real.
"Wait, so who else fell? Is there anyone else..." Like some sort of broken robotic doll, she slid down to her knees and began to crawl toward the cramped opening Sherri had indicated.

 

[Amer]

"Wait." Only now was Bleddyn seeing the wounds that clearly marked Sherri as fully existent. She had hardly reacted while unidentified masses continued falling down around them and into neighboring rifts, but the sudden presence of two other voices really jarred her. Shoot. Shoot. Shoot. Her mind uselessly continued to run a loop of the same exact exclamation. Moving on bruised legs, she slowly pivoted to peer in the opposite direction. Even through the various degrees of partitioning blockages, it was pretty easy to tell that the two girls now had both Wolfram and River for company; also, it seemed that the newest drop-ins were, for the most part, functional. "None of us are dead."
Bleddyn turned back to Sherri with a slightly clearer head and a much more weighted heart. "She's through there?" she intoned limply. Her hands began to travel over her own frame in short, mechanical bursts. Yes. This was real. So very real. "Yeah. We can get her. For sure."
Bleddyn wasn't really so sure of anything at all except for the fact that this was real.
"Wait, so who else fell? Is there anyone else..." Like some sort of broken robotic doll, she slid down to her knees and began to crawl toward the cramped opening Sherri had indicated.

"Connor," Sherri wasn't sure if she could keep it from Bleddyn any longer. There wasn't a point. "He's dead," she'd know it soon enough, but Sherri wasn't sure if that news was too much, enough to stop Bleddyn from her common locomotive functions, like swooping in and saving people. Even Bleddyn's incredible determination was waning.
"Careful of the dead bodies," she warned, perhaps too late. And with a casual flick of her tail, Sherri had been reduced to a muddy orange cat, and slid in after her.

 

[RiverStorm]

A bout of coughing shook Wolfram's body, blinding pain stabbing his chest and ribs with every cough. The coughing ceased, leaving him gasping in painful breaths. But he became away he heard a third voice, not Dyn or Sherri, but a third.
He couldn't place who it was, and he blinked rapidly, his acute eyes picking up small bits of light from above, trying to figure out who is was.
"River?" Even speaking hurt. He gave a pained huff, able to see her now, albeit blurry. "Are you alright?"

"Wait." Only now was Bleddyn seeing the wounds that clearly marked Sherri as fully existent. She had hardly reacted while unidentified masses continued falling down around them and into neighboring rifts, but the sudden presence of two other voices really jarred her. Shoot. Shoot. Shoot. Her mind uselessly continued to run a loop of the same exact exclamation. Moving on bruised legs, she slowly pivoted to peer in the opposite direction. Even through the various degrees of partitioning blockages, it was pretty easy to tell that the two girls now had both Wolfram and River for company; also, it seemed that the newest drop-ins were, for the most part, functional. "None of us are dead."
Bleddyn turned back to Sherri with a slightly clearer head and a much more weighted heart. "She's through there?" she intoned limply. Her hands began to travel over her own frame in short, mechanical bursts. Yes. This was real. So very real. "Yeah. We can get her. For sure."
Bleddyn wasn't really so sure of anything at all except for the fact that this was real.
"Wait, so who else fell? Is there anyone else..." Like some sort of broken robotic doll, she slid down to her knees and began to crawl toward the cramped opening Sherri had indicated.

"Connor," Sherri wasn't sure if she could keep it from Bleddyn any longer. There wasn't a point. "He's dead," she'd know it soon enough, but Sherri wasn't sure if that news was too much, enough to stop Bleddyn from her common locomotive functions, like swooping in and saving people. Even Bleddyn's incredible determination was waning.
"Careful of the dead bodies," she warned, perhaps too late. And with a casual flick of her tail, Sherri had been reduced to a muddy orange cat, and slid in after her.

River pushed herself up into a sitting position, giving a harsh gasp as a sharp stab of searing pain slid up her body. "Got some cuts on my face, and a seemingly broken rib..." She moaned, trying to look him up and down to see if he was okay. "... Next to another seemingly broken rib. What about you, Wolf? You... You good?" As she waited for his answer, her ears began swiveling around, trying to pinpoint if Bleddyn was alive, she quickly was able to hear both Bleddyn's and Sherri's voices, and began to eavesdrop. "Wolf, Dyn and Sherri are alive, I hear them." She paused, biting her lip. "Seems there's another girl down here, too. But... Sherri said Connor's... Gone."

 

[HeavensHens88]

"Connor," Sherri wasn't sure if she could keep it from Bleddyn any longer. There wasn't a point. "He's dead," she'd know it soon enough, but Sherri wasn't sure if that news was too much, enough to stop Bleddyn from her common locomotive functions, like swooping in and saving people. Even Bleddyn's incredible determination was waning.
"Careful of the dead bodies," she warned, perhaps too late. And with a casual flick of her tail, Sherri had been reduced to a muddy orange cat, and slid in after her.

With soil pressing in on all sides of her body and the oxygen availability fairly low, Bleddyn found the news was surprisingly easy to take. Perhaps because she'd pretty much known it. Or maybe she had this incredible wave of whole-body numbness to blame/thank. My dad is dead. My dad is dead. My dad is dead. "So, uh, if this really was caused by me--"
Suddenly, the narrow passageway decided she couldn't move any further; she was strangely tempted to just give in to being trapped and stop right there. But after ultimately deciding it'd be more accountable of her to actually try, she emerged into a slightly more spacious area and was able to sit up. While her senses were temporarily unable to function in the least, her mouth decided to continue from where she'd left off. "I just killed my father."

 

[FrankieDoodle]

"Angel? Pshaw," Sherri spat. She was thinking about the real angel, the golden pixie who had saved her.
Sherri winced as Wolfram fell with a crack. She would have wanted to say something snide about cats always landing on their feet in different circumstances, but one, it was rude to say that to someone who was dying, and two, they were all dying. "Guys. We have to get the pixie out of here." She couldn't think of anything else useful to say, like how they were going to do that, and hey, I have enhancer powers. Or, 'I'm a healer' or 'look, I can produce oxygen.' Or even 'hey, I only have one ability, but that is to make rope out of my hands.' Nope. None of that. But really only she and Wolfram could get in there in the first place, in cat form, and Wolfram looked too broken to do that.
She glanced at the dimming sky. Hey, at least there is a sky. And no eminent danger of suffocation.
~
Indigo jumped back from the widening chasm. "Jessi, maybe you could help by flying them out of there?" Indigo suggested. She clamped her hands firmly around Toby's waist to keep him steady and watched from over his shoulder.

At the mention of his sisters name, Toby noticed Jessi wasn't with them. It didn't take him long to find the large pink wyvern, just in time to see her swallow a Pure member. He paled slightly. My family is so messed up. Instead of walking over to her and risk bruising his ego if and when he fell over, he picked up a large rock and threw it at her. He felt a pair of hands grab his waist and looked up to see who it was. He looked slightly uncomfortable when he saw it was Indigo, but didn't say anything.
Jessi flew over to the hole, and did a wyvern version of raising an eyebrow when she saw Toby and Indigo.
"A couple people fell down in the hole. Can you fly them out?" Toby asked, ignoring the strange look. She nodded, and carefully lowered herself down. She gestured for them to climb on her back, and crouched down.

 

[Thing2]

Bleddyn only was able to give her aunt the same blank look that she'd had to give Wolfram before the earth swallowed her.
Her descent was greatly obstructed and she sustained quite a few blows from passing subsoil chunks. For the most part, she stayed conscious, but only just.
When Bleddyn hit the undisturbed level supported by its neighboring bedrock, the wind wasn't just knocked out of her, it was ripped away.
Even after she'd recovered from the initial impact, she was more than willing to just lay there in her broken heap and await the end.
If this is really my doing, is it going to shut on its own or do I have to trigger that or...
She was hurled out of her fatal pondering by an unmistakable shrill voice.
Bleddyn sat straight up, came face-to-face with someone that had just been compressed into the guts of the ground, and blurted the first response that came to her scrambled mind. "Trust you to be automatically promoted to angel."

Toby backed farther away from the hole. He didn't know if it would open up more, or if it would close. Either way, he didn't want to stay too close to it. He was also swaying too much for him to be safe around any large gap. "I would... s-step awa-away a bit." He stuttered, gripping on to Alpha's collar until his knuckles were white.

Wolfram didn't have a moment to process what had happened to Bleddyn, before the earth fell away from his feet. With a yelp of shock, earth slipped past his hand, and he snatched it, scrambling for a hold.
But it fell away like sand, and he plummeted. Never had he thought that he would be killed by being swallowed by the earth. I don't want to die. Not this soon, not this way...

The fall was quick, to fast for him to realize his landing was positively lethal. Breath left his lungs as he hit the flat level, and he was positive he heard bones snap. He would have made some noise that indicated pain, but found that no air could reach his lungs.
Is this what suffocating feels like?
He was grateful when he was able to take a breath, but the stabbing pain in his ribs confirmed his suspicions that he had broken something when he fell. Wait. I'm underground. How am I breathing?
He heard a voice then, and slowly, he pushed himself into a upright position, giving a soft yelp of agony. Oh, just kill me already.
But that voice...Sherri. Bleddyn. Muffled, but he could pick out their voices. "Sherri?" He rasped. "Dyn?"

Mapleshade slunk behind the Pure, Taylor's flame wall keeping them from crossing over. She watched, as Bleddyn look at Wolfram, her gaze blank, before the earth swallowed them both, leaving a yawning, endless abyss in the center of the clearing.
She stiffened. So she was right. The girl was special. She pulled her phone from her pocket, raising it to her ear. "Jeremy," she growled, voice low.
"Yes, Ma'am?"
"Send reinforcements."
"But, Ma'am, everyone is out there."
"Send. Reinforcements. Now." Her voice dropped to a whisper, lethality dripping from every word.
"S-sure thing, M-Ma'am! R-right on it!"
With a hiss, Mapleshade ended the call. She looked to the girl next to her, a girl that was barely a adult, but trained to kill. "Surround the clearing. Don't let anyone leave. Kill them if you must."
The girl nodded, and whispered to someone else.
Mapleshade's lips twisted into a malign grin. "Revenge truly is sweet."

River froze, but the ground crumbled away, ripping apart and swallowing her, Wolfram, and Bleddyn up.
The sensation of falling was indescribably terrifying, dirt and rocks kept being flung into her face, and she was mildly aware of the bridge of her nose and her top lip being torn open, but the searing pain of her ribs cracking overrode that of the cuts on her face.
Then, there was stillness as she hit the solid ground with a deafening thud, the air being knocked from her lungs. Am I even alive?
She began sucking in air hungrily, dust particles being brought into her lungs along with incredibly stale air, and her whole abdomen burned. Well, it hurts enough to say I am.
She gave a low groan, suddenly becoming aware of another presence in the newly formed underground room. She lifted her head, desperately trying to see who it was. "Wol... Wolfram?" She asked, rubbing her eyes repeatedly to clear them of dirt.

A bout of coughing shook Wolfram's body, blinding pain stabbing his chest and ribs with every cough. The coughing ceased, leaving him gasping in painful breaths. But he became away he heard a third voice, not Dyn or Sherri, but a third.
He couldn't place who it was, and he blinked rapidly, his acute eyes picking up small bits of light from above, trying to figure out who is was.
"River?" Even speaking hurt. He gave a pained huff, able to see her now, albeit blurry. "Are you alright?"

"Angel? Pshaw," Sherri spat. She was thinking about the real angel, the golden pixie who had saved her.
Sherri winced as Wolfram fell with a crack. She would have wanted to say something snide about cats always landing on their feet in different circumstances, but one, it was rude to say that to someone who was dying, and two, they were all dying. "Guys. We have to get the pixie out of here." She couldn't think of anything else useful to say, like how they were going to do that, and hey, I have enhancer powers. Or, 'I'm a healer' or 'look, I can produce oxygen.' Or even 'hey, I only have one ability, but that is to make rope out of my hands.' Nope. None of that. But really only she and Wolfram could get in there in the first place, in cat form, and Wolfram looked too broken to do that.
She glanced at the dimming sky. Hey, at least there is a sky. And no eminent danger of suffocation.
~
Indigo jumped back from the widening chasm. "Jessi, maybe you could help by flying them out of there?" Indigo suggested. She clamped her hands firmly around Toby's waist to keep him steady and watched from over his shoulder.

"Wait." Only now was Bleddyn seeing the wounds that clearly marked Sherri as fully existent. She had hardly reacted while unidentified masses continued falling down around them and into neighboring rifts, but the sudden presence of two other voices really jarred her. Shoot. Shoot. Shoot. Her mind uselessly continued to run a loop of the same exact exclamation. Moving on bruised legs, she slowly pivoted to peer in the opposite direction. Even through the various degrees of partitioning blockages, it was pretty easy to tell that the two girls now had both Wolfram and River for company; also, it seemed that the newest drop-ins were, for the most part, functional. "None of us are dead."
Bleddyn turned back to Sherri with a slightly clearer head and a much more weighted heart. "She's through there?" she intoned limply. Her hands began to travel over her own frame in short, mechanical bursts. Yes. This was real. So very real. "Yeah. We can get her. For sure."
Bleddyn wasn't really so sure of anything at all except for the fact that this was real.
"Wait, so who else fell? Is there anyone else..." Like some sort of broken robotic doll, she slid down to her knees and began to crawl toward the cramped opening Sherri had indicated.

"Connor," Sherri wasn't sure if she could keep it from Bleddyn any longer. There wasn't a point. "He's dead," she'd know it soon enough, but Sherri wasn't sure if that news was too much, enough to stop Bleddyn from her common locomotive functions, like swooping in and saving people. Even Bleddyn's incredible determination was waning.
"Careful of the dead bodies," she warned, perhaps too late. And with a casual flick of her tail, Sherri had been reduced to a muddy orange cat, and slid in after her.

River pushed herself up into a sitting position, giving a harsh gasp as a sharp stab of searing pain slid up her body. "Got some cuts on my face, and a seemingly broken rib..." She moaned, trying to look him up and down to see if he was okay. "... Next to another seemingly broken rib. What about you, Wolf? You... You good?" As she waited for his answer, her ears began swiveling around, trying to pinpoint if Bleddyn was alive, she quickly was able to hear both Bleddyn's and Sherri's voices, and began to eavesdrop. "Wolf, Dyn and Sherri are alive, I hear them." She paused, biting her lip. "Seems there's another girl down here, too. But... Sherri said Connor's... Gone."

With soil pressing in on all sides of her body and the oxygen availability fairly low, Bleddyn found the news was surprisingly easy to take. Perhaps because she'd pretty much known it. Or maybe she had this incredible wave of whole-body numbness to blame/thank. My dad is dead. My dad is dead. My dad is dead. "So, uh, if this really was caused by me--"
Suddenly, the narrow passageway decided she couldn't move any further; she was strangely tempted to just give in to being trapped and stop right there. But after ultimately deciding it'd be more accountable of her to actually try, she emerged into a slightly more spacious area and was able to sit up. While her senses were temporarily unable to function in the least, her mouth decided to continue from where she'd left off. "I just killed my father."

At the mention of his sisters name, Toby noticed Jessi wasn't with them. It didn't take him long to find the large pink wyvern, just in time to see her swallow a Pure member. He paled slightly. My family is so messed up. Instead of walking over to her and risk bruising his ego if and when he fell over, he picked up a large rock and threw it at her. He felt a pair of hands grab his waist and looked up to see who it was. He looked slightly uncomfortable when he saw it was Indigo, but didn't say anything.
Jessi flew over to the hole, and did a wyvern version of raising an eyebrow when she saw Toby and Indigo.
"A couple people fell down in the hole. Can you fly them out?" Toby asked, ignoring the strange look. She nodded, and carefully lowered herself down. She gestured for them to climb on her back, and crouched down.

Brisa came up next to Toby, peering down into the hole in the earth. “I can probably lift someone out.” She said, trying to judge the crack’s depth.