Would the dinosaurs give up? Well, how the hell was Violet supposed to know anything about what dinosaurs would and wouldn't do? "I don't know, Banks. Tell me the last time you had a class about dinosaur behavior," Lady Vi responded. She didn't say it maliciously, but almost like a legitimate question. She wasn't being facetious either. It was just how Lady Vi answered questions. Following behind Banks, Lady Vi inched sideways by dragging her butt across the branch. It was far from comfortable - in fact, it hurt a decent amount - but she shuffled along until she was by the tree trunk. She reminded herself constantly that she'd never fallen out of a tree and only really a few times in gymnastics - and only because she'd been carrying at the time - but there was so much more at stake right now than a bruised ego or a broken arm.
Balancing herself using the middle of the tree as support, Lady Vi ignored all the insect life and tried to haul herself up. It was slow going and she was going to hurt for days (literally...days) but their move up meant that the vampires would have space to climb up. It was hard to keep the breeze going under so much pain but Lady Vi was nothing if not stubborn. She had a few splinters in her hands...those she'd take care of later. When the male vampire finally got up to the tree, he volunteered to try and find someplace for them to go. Lady Vi wasn't about to argue. She was too exhausted to move from where she was sat. She was almost seventy years old for godssakes. Most people her age were decaying in a nursing home somewhere. She should have been decaying in a nursing home somewhere. She was way past retirement. What the hell was she doing in a tree?
This was more information than Violet had ever wanted to know about her co-workers. That one of them was a vampire and the other was a witch? Mmmm, had not on the itinerary today. Not that getting pursued by raptors was either. In fact, the only thing on her itinerary was to help count the ballots for homecoming court and then go home to a well-aged scotch. But the male vampire came back with some news of own. A shelter. "How far are we talking? A mile? A couple miles? I don't know how old you are but I am seventy years old and I am feeling every inch of it." No use being coy about it now. Her pride would end up being less wounded than her physical self. "I can't run like a young child. I can't even hear Air." She was on the verge of 'leave me here to die' but she still had way more spunk in her than that. "I'm not giving up. I just need a better plan than running and hoping they don't catch on."