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“Well, this sucks.”
It wasn’t a frequent endeavour where Beau would admit to having fucked herself over but this here might have been one.
“You’re going to get yourself killed, Beau…” Yasha deadpanned at beau’s latest cure for her perceived boredom; gods forbid she take her advice and try some artisan work or documenting and journaling for Caleb.
“It’ll be fine, Yash. I’ve checked the area three times over with Dynamo, cleared out that one and only T-Rex that frequented it and the skies are clear. I don’t want to be getting complacent with just riding around everywhere.”
Yasha shook her head, “don’t see why you can’t just use the territory though; plenty of ground and elevations.”
Sure that was true, but deep down, that wild and free part of the Beau from her own time was calling back - the picking a ride and vanishing off the map for a day; pissing the hell out of Dairon when she inevitably then missed a session but that was just the price you paid.
“It’ll be fine, I’ll be back in like two hours tops - if not… well, you can tell me you told me so when I pop back.” Beau assured, not looking back to see however Yasha was rolling her eyes this time and went to collect her tools.
*…Four and a half hours later…*
Beau groaned as pain shot through her lower body once more, the remaining moisture in her mouth went into a glop of spit hurled at the offending injuries - impacting instead her jailer; the section of rock she’d tried to scramble down in a desperate bid to escape the impending end.
So, as it turned out there was a funny little thing that happens when things get too quiet and peaceful up in an area, it usually meant something would come to fill the gap; power vacuums - wild things.
To her credit it had been all going well and according to expectations; got plenty of steps, had a chance to do some bouldering again - without needing the pesky climbing picks Yasha practically welded to her when first getting kitted out here.
And then came along the Deinotherium’s and it all went to shit - gods damn she really hated those prehistoric elephants.
At first they weren’t in the way, a good 300 meters or so away from where she was heading - it was fine, perfectly fine…. Were it not for their sense of smell picking her out and activating their seemingly endless levels of distain for humans who don’t at least have alcohol (okay, maybe she could actually relate to that part).
She’d like to believe she held her own against four charging bellowing behemoths - she could have respawned back with Yasha and told her about her brave and stupid fight; she could rely on Yasha to go easy on her with a good story up her sleeve.
But instead it was a game of pinball; getting kicked about before she can even so much as be a toothpick against their calves.
In a desperate bid to escape, bloodied and bruised, the best thing to do is try your luck at abseiling - without any gear or idea of where the edge would take you. Better than being stomped to death.
That was three hours ago, her impromptu diving lesson getting her at least away from the Deinotherium - but instead in her own personal version of 127 Hours.
“Not to worry, Beau - just another hundred and twenty… something hours to go.” She mused to herself, “maybe films of survival at cutting off your own limbs is more up Yasha’s style?”
“- I don’t know, does it end with someone telling them ‘I told you so?” A familiar voice above her called out.
“Son of a bitch - how long have you been here watching me become one with the cliff side?” Beau swore, a rush of relief and righteous indignation paying for top billings as she tried to crane her neck to see the larger woman.
Yasha chuffed, “not long enough to catch whatever else you might have spouted to yourself - but enough time to figure a way to get you out at least.” She revealed, the sounds of clacking claws getting closer signalling she hadn’t come out alone.
Beau sighed, silently resigning herself to the ridicule. In the tally of times Yasha had rescued her, she supposed during a blizzard and in a sinkhole trumped being wedged between rocks halfway down a cliff one the world renowned caretaker Yasha scale.
“Alright, so how’d you find me then - I reckoned I managed a pretty good hiding spot the first ten minutes into being stuck.” She asked as she felt a hard pressure on the rocks against her legs and it ease as Yasha gauged the situation.
“Well, to your credit, I gave you an extra hour and a half - after that I got Frel to try and sniff you out. Found the carnage and followed the scent.” Yasha explained, Beau couldn’t see her yet, but she could assume she was smiling as she talked. Soon enough the sounds of a pick striking stone brought wonderful music to her ears as little by little Yasha worked to free Beau.
It’s was going to be an awkward trip back and maybe, just maybe, she’d learn her lesson this time.