Re: Xochipilli/Freyr - by the snack table near the entrance toward the dance floor, 10 pm
Freyr grunted wordless acknowledgement. He had no better ideas; no-one was coming to their aid. All that remained was this pathetic little tree. So Freyr began to jump atop its trunk, using his reasonably substantial weight to make it creak and sway. By slow degrees it began to lean further downward. At last, after what seemed an eternity, the tree sagged until its long fronds skimmed the surface of the quicksand's pool. The topmost portion of the tree was just within Xochipilli's reach. Freyr inched out along the trunk, shuffling carefully over toward his friend.
When he reached the edge of the quicksand he lay down atop the trunk. He inched further out, his legs wrapped tightly around the trunk, and stretched out his hand once more to Xochipilli. Exertion made his breaths come shallow and quick. "I'll pull you over," he said. "Grab the tree as soon as you can."