pinwheel forest.
How ironic that the Champion would jump at the crunch of bracken underfoot.
She had kept several paces ahead of him for the duration of the trek, though that number dwindled with each snapped twig, each cringe perhaps influenced by the crescendo of the venipedes' hum. Regardless of her achievements, her apprehension was unmistakable.
"Something wrong?" he inquired as she tripped on an exposed root, the slight blush on his cheek intensifying as the hem of her loose-fitting yellow shorts leapt beyond her upper thigh.
She spun, defiant, a spirited glint caught in those azure eyes.
"No way!"