Blackfeather Woods [BWP] Numb.

the world threatened to fall away beneath them, and often, it seemed simply a bad dream. she found herself dedicating all her time to her children, both in her waking moments and dreams, and so when she saw the dark flicker that must be @Scylla, she moved to follow her daughter, pivoting smoothly. 

then the tree falls and things are thrown in sharp clarity; the exact texture of the bark, the thundering sound of rain on the autumn touched canopy. her daughter, unmoving. but she is, and suddenly does she collide with the boy, shoving her clear without a trace of gentleness. her legs give way and so does the bottom half of her body. a snap, of bone and bark, her face in the dirt and eyes fixed on a ragged canopy. by some miracle, she is still conscious, seemingly unaware of the trunk crushing the rear half of her body against the mud, the jagged branch piercing through her flank. "scylla." she breathes, and some detached part of her mind wonders if this is enough. a life, for a life. 

it is then that awareness leaves the woman. she'll breathe for a few hours yet, but her gaze remains fixed on the shattered fragments of sky she can see betwixt the canopy.