Re: Xochipilli/Freyr - by the snack table near the entrance toward the dance floor, 10 pm
Though the words that flowed from Freyr's lips were unfamiliar to all who heard them, the sentiment was clear. He continued his swearing under his breath as he tightened his thighs around the rough bark of the tree, and inched slowly but surely toward its very edge. The palm tree bowed still closer to the quicksand, until what fronds remained sank into its depths.
"No, no, no," he repeated, over and over as if it would help. "Grab my hand. I'll—" He strained all the more. He reached for Xochipilli's hand in spite of the wet earth so close beneath them. The longer this would-be rescue took, the more panic rose within him. "Come on, Xochipilli. Please..."