[Though it might have been helpful in slowing his fall, Liem does not quite manage to hold onto the fluffy down he’d been gripping when he’s hurled bodily from the side of the nest. The feather tears itself free of his grasp, and he has only the faerie wing to hold onto as he plummets away from danger — and also straight for the ground.
Fortunately, he need not worry about bouncing off any intervening branches or thumping into the dirt, since Dokja is quick enough to swoop down and snatch him from the air. Gasping as he processes that he is no longer falling headlong down to the ground, Liem simply does his best to clutch the faerie wing close to him, to reduce drag as much as he can while they make for safety.
It’s just too bad that their quest isn’t over quite yet.
The lurch as they come to a sudden stop mid-air evokes a similarly unpleasant sensation in his gut, and Liem looks up at the same time Dokja does, somehow still clinging to the faerie wing instead of to his ride despite the possibility of another fall. He’s a little concerned when he sees the gossamer web stretching out above them, now tangling the other man’s wing. He becomes even more concerned when he spots the enormous spider sitting at the centre of it — not a difficult task, given that it moves as soon as they get stuck, and is now scurrying determinedly closer.]
Oh, hell—
[Still gripping the wing with one hand, he snatches at his sheathed dagger with the other, leaning up in Dokja’s grasp to hurl the slim blade at the web. Fortunately, the dagger slices right through the strand he’d aimed it at, sailing past in an arc to embed itself in a woody twig beyond it. Unfortunately, that only loosens the strands holding them, rather than cutting them free altogether. They’re still stuck.]
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Fortunately, he need not worry about bouncing off any intervening branches or thumping into the dirt, since Dokja is quick enough to swoop down and snatch him from the air. Gasping as he processes that he is no longer falling headlong down to the ground, Liem simply does his best to clutch the faerie wing close to him, to reduce drag as much as he can while they make for safety.
It’s just too bad that their quest isn’t over quite yet.
The lurch as they come to a sudden stop mid-air evokes a similarly unpleasant sensation in his gut, and Liem looks up at the same time Dokja does, somehow still clinging to the faerie wing instead of to his ride despite the possibility of another fall. He’s a little concerned when he sees the gossamer web stretching out above them, now tangling the other man’s wing. He becomes even more concerned when he spots the enormous spider sitting at the centre of it — not a difficult task, given that it moves as soon as they get stuck, and is now scurrying determinedly closer.]
Oh, hell—
[Still gripping the wing with one hand, he snatches at his sheathed dagger with the other, leaning up in Dokja’s grasp to hurl the slim blade at the web. Fortunately, the dagger slices right through the strand he’d aimed it at, sailing past in an arc to embed itself in a woody twig beyond it. Unfortunately, that only loosens the strands holding them, rather than cutting them free altogether. They’re still stuck.]