Elysia could feel the wind hitting her face as she did her best to keep holding on to her clothes. The fast-moving wind had caused her clothes to dry but it did not ease up the irritation Elysia felt at her current predicament.
Had it been any other occasion, Elysia would have enjoyed her current situation more. But as things stood, Elysia could not help but struggle to be let down.
"Let me downnnnnnn."
Elysia cried out, her voice filled with fear. Getting dropped from such a height would hurt a lot. The beast giggled Elysia around, enjoying her panicked-filled yells.
Elysia was sure her voice was loud enough to wake up even the dead. But the paid did not encounter any such obstacle in their journey toward the center of the forest.
The beast shook Elysia in its grasp causing her to snap her attention toward the mass of colors in the far distance.
'It must be the center of the forest,' Elysia's dizzy brain made the connection as she tried to get herself under control.
