Raven, covered in dirt and un-princess-y sweat, fell down into a fern, gasping for breath.
"No…more…bug…spells," Apple said, leaning over to catch her breath.
Raven nodded. She felt as grimly as a goblin tongue. Her hair was loose and tangled, full of twigs and leaves. Her clothes were ripped, her stockings full of burrs, and her boots muddy.
“I’m such a mess!” said Apple.
Raven glanced at Apple and did a double take. Apple’s blonde hair was still lightly curled and shiny. Her clothing was somehow perfectly clean but for one dry leaf clinging to her cloak, which Apple quickly plucked off. The only sign of their flight for life was a lovely rosy glow in Apple’s round cheeks.
Raven groaned and fell backward into the fern.
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