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The sound of stone grating made her heart stop. Golden head rising from the fur with wide eyes and tight stomach. The small girl and the feline watched as the wall reformed itself, cracks disappearing into smooth- near new stone. Kenda protested at how tightly her human was holding her- but the sound would fall on deaf ears. Were the walls charmed to repair when they fell apart? She looked around and then down to Marina. Did Marina fix it? Something like that seemed advanced but... maybe Marina was a wiz at fixing thing? Sparrow looked back at the wall. It was time to find a safe way to the ground.
Carefully shuffling to her feet, Sparrow swallowed hard doing her best to not look down. Kenda protested now at the thought of being carried across and to the ground. She was a cat and thus much more agile than the human but from the trembling grip of her human there was no getting away. Kenda chose to close her brilliantly colored eyes and purr. The only for of encouragement the feline could give without the girl being able to speak cat. And that was incredibly unlikely.
Slowly walking as she had before to this side, Sparrow headed towards the ivy wrapped pillar. Both arms holding onto Kenda, her balance was slightly off as the cat was an easy ten pounds of weight. The wind whipped her hair about as if with a vengeance, the long locks twisting in the air like flags. The edges of her cotton shirt and pant legs giving a bit of a fluttering sound- Sparrow shivered and paused. Kenda yowled and she continued. "We're halfway there."
Reaching the connecting piece between the wall and the ivy wrapped beam. This was the easier part, Sparrow began to feel that dread begin to slip away- she was almost there. Kenda yowled and Sparrow adjusted her hold on the feline. "Hush," the tiny girl commanded the animal harshly but gently. Sparrow began to walk across, lifting her feet with caution and moving across with ease. The feline's ears went back and began immediately to squirm. Sparrow's grip tightened but the ten pound cat had other ideas.
Breaking free of the girls arms, the feline landed on the ivy pillar and hissed. "This isn't a good time for this, Kenda," the tiny girl warned, frozen in the center of the beam. She was going to send Kenda home, send her home and never own another animal again. How could her own pet be doing this? Why? The cat snarled and slashed at the tiny hands that reached out to her, her ears flat. Sparrow, scared out of her wits at this point, shook her head. Fine. Let's talk cat. Taking in a large amount of air the tiny girl shrieked at the cat- something along the lines of a bird's cry. It echoed around the plaza. The cat froze, brilliant eyes wide and terrified. Sparrow frowned, "Now behave or I'm sending you home."
But this stillness had been made in error. Sparrow's foot slid on the crushed ivy below her feet and the sensation of floating. Floating... falling! She was falling! Her tiny heart stopped, if felt like time had slowed down. Cerulean eyes watched as the pillar began to pass by her face- she was falling almost as if she'd stepped off. The ivy, she could see where her foot had crushed it and turned it into what she'd slipped on. If only she'd been more careful. No! NO!
Sparrow shrieked as she fell, her hands burying into the ivy desperate for purchase and by sheer luck finding it. By cat terms, Sparrow had spent two lives alone. Sparrow hung there for a long heartbeats, she gasped trying to pull in air but finding it only left her lungs burning for more. She was too tired and too worn from her near fall before to pull herself up. She was a child. She should have asked for help. Why hadn't she found a professor or an older student and simply asked?
Tears welled down her face. "Please," she whispered softly, "Please, God, please..." She wished her daddy was here. She wanted nothing more to be home. Home and safe. Home with her aunt and on the porch. She closed her eyes, opened them and strained, sweat rolling down the girls arms and back. Up, up, up. Please. Her muscles trembled and she tried but the ivy was beginning to loosen. Sparrow swallowed, watching the ivy as tired hand reached to find a grip on the stone beam, if she was going to die- she wouldn't without a prayer, "The Lord is my Shepard, I shall not want..."

((ooc: I'm a bit spent- I'll reply after a reaction or two... most likely tomorrow on 8/23

The ivy had given away, Sparrow had closed her eyes. But the ground didn't come. Daddy? Sparrow's eyes opened wide- this was floating not falling. Being brought safely to the ground. Kenda gave a yowl, kicking her little legs wildly. The feline not thrilled about the levitation. Kenda plotted to scratch the human who dared levitate a feline from a perfectly good perch... and then to rub against their leg in thanks for saving her human. Sparrow stayed absolutely still, she didn't know how this worked and certainly didn't want to mess this up.
Once on the ground, the gold haired girl and the cat looked at one another. For a moment Sparrow seemed okay. Her face was a little flushed and swollen from the crying. She looked at the man who'd saved her and smiled- despite her tear stained face. But it was an empty one. Cerulean eyes studying him as if he were a page to a book, but one without content. She didn't seem to hear him or her friend, she saw their mouths move, understood they were talking to her- but head none of it. Sparrow could only hear the sound of her heart catching up to events.
New tears welled down her face, this was not her father, her hands shaking so hard she couldn't get them to lace together. She needed someone to hug tightly and sob into. But her savior wasn't her father... he had to be a professor, maybe one for classes far above what she was now. The need to shy away- say thank you and run was overwhelming- it was fear still in her eyes as they stared at him- but there was a heaviness to her. A weight to her feet and legs which refused movement. Bits of ivy clung here and there in her hair as if they'd always been. She whispered, "I'm sorry," before she collapsed to the ground. The stress of what had happened simply too much for her.

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