Warning: Gabriella pushes Frederic down the zip line.
Summary: Arianna's time in Columbia.
We arrive in Colombia. It was covered in green palm trees and green vines. Dozens of red, orange, and yellow parrots fly above us.
I walked through the rainforest. I breathed in. Gothel came up.
"Oh, hey Gothel." I greeted her.
"So, what do you want to do?" Gothel asked.
"I don't know, maybe a zip line?".
"You go risk your life, I'm going to the hot springs.". I giggled. I remember.
"This reminds me of Ingvarr!" I exclaim.
"Yeah!" Frederic argees.
"Yes," Gabriella argees.
I see a block of gold on the ground, a sliver chisel, and a hammer with a black handle. An image of a gold phoenix appears in my head. I visualize. I picked up a silver, metal chisel. I carve a gold phoenix out of the gold brick in front of me.
"Good job, Arianna!" Gabriella praises me.
"Thank you," I tell her.
I'm sitting on a wooden stool on a wooden dock in front of a wooden easel. An image of an aqua, light blue, brown and purple butterfly pops into my head. I visualize. I dip my hands in the light blue paint. I press them up against the white canvas. I dry my hands with the dirty, brown rag. I dip my fingers in the aqua paint. I press them up against the canvas in between the fingerprints of my light blue handprints. I dry my hands with the rag. I dip my index finger in the brown paint. I press it up against the canvas in between my light blue handprints. I dry my hand with the rag. I dip my index finger in the yellow paint. I pressed it up against the canvas on the pink and purple wings several times. I dry my hand with the rag. I took a brown paintbrush and dip the end of it in the black paint. I paint a smiling face on the butterfly.
We're in the rainforest surrounded by tall, green trees. We're up on a brown, wooden platform above the treetops. I grab a white rope tied to a bigger rope. I jump off. I zip through the treetops. I laugh. I see a red, orange, yellow, and green parrot with a yellow beak flying through the air. I smile. I see a black and white toucan with an orange and yellow beak flying through the air. I smile. My ride stops.
Frederic stands on the platform holding a white rope. Gabriella approaches him.
"Are you planning to go down?" She asks him.
"Not really." He replies.
"Well, too bad!". She pushes him off the platform.
"GABRIELLA I HATE YOU!". I just laugh.
We are sitting around a wooden table with cheese and purple grapes.
"Everyone ready to go home?" Demanitus questions.
"YES!" Frederic, Gabriella, and I chant.