lingEr 1b

"Hey! What do you think you're doing?" A manly voice called down to the young man. "I told you before, don't play in that! You'll get stuck!"

"I will not!" the other argued. He was dressed in pretty light clothing to be hanging around a blackberry bush in a swamp. A moment later he grumbled, clinging to a fallen tree trunk while his legs began to sink under the muck. "Uh... I'm sorry, Cyril."

"What's that? I thought I heard a fool calling me." Cyril asked, leaning against a tree with his arms crossed.

"I'm sorrrrr~yyy!" came the whine. "Please help me out."

Shaking his head with a chuckle, Cyril spoke, "All right, hold on." He carefull climbed down the trees, sticking to rocks and hard surfaces. Once he was close enough to the other, he held out the sheath of his sword to him. "Grab on, Hiero."

He nodded, grabbing ahold of the end. After some grunts and pulling, Hiero was standing up next to Cyril gasping for air and shivering.

"Look at that. You're all muddy and wet." Cyril lectured, putting his sword back to his hip.

Hiero giggled a bit, looking down at himself, "At least I didn't lose my shoes in there like last time."

"Yeah, but you forgot a change of clothes so you'll be cold walking back." Cyril crossed his arms.