Miriallia smiled serenely while relaxing beneath a large tree. She had always felt connected to nature, like nothing could disturb her when she was outside. She had no idea what caused the attraction, but she didn't really care. It was like her view on religion. She didn't care how she got into the world, just that she was there. She closed her eyes and leaned her head against the trunk of the tree. She could sit for hours like that, listening to the sounds around her, but an odd cracking sound disturbed her peace. Cracking one eye half-open, she looked around but saw nothing. Looking up she say a familiar blonde sitting above her, looking rather worried.

"What are you doing up there, Dearka?" She groaned.

"Um, Falling?" he asked, attempting the 'puppy-dog' eyes.

"If you fall on me I'll put you through a meat grinder."

"Then, uh, could you consider moving since I really don't want my last moments to be inside a meat grinder." Rolling her eyes, Miriallia waited a few moments until she heard another crack.

"You might want to get off that branch soon." She warned.

"Yeah, well, trust me, if I could, I would. But I think that if I move, it'll just fall faster." She rolled her eyes and side stepped just in time as she heard a much louder crack, followed by a thud and a groan. She smirked.

"And they say coordinators are talented."

Short, and I really didn't like it (except for the mead grinder part. I enjoyed rightin gthat line)