Re: Xochipilli/Freyr - by the snack table near the entrance toward the dance floor, 10 pm
Turning his attention up, he watched as the palm fronds dipped lower and lower toward him with jerky, palm-rattling movements. Once they seemed within reach, Xochipilli took his still-free arm and made an attempt—the fronds just brushed his fingers.
He managed to grab some of them, but all that did was rip them loose of their moorings. Waving his hand, he dropped them to flutter down to the quicksand's top, lying there much like himself. One disappeared beneath the surface with a shloop sound that Xochipilli could've sworn sounded menacing.
"A little more," he called out, straining upward as he felt the movement push him further down. His arm sank, pressing up to his shoulder, and the quicksand started to envelope the rest of his form.