Delilah’s Song #4

STRAINING TO KEEP HER LEFT FOOT pressed down on one sapling, while holding a second beneath her left armpit, Delilah smiled at her predicament. Her right hand clutched another bowed branch, threatening to slip her grasp, while Sera commanded her to move her right knee. She was about to be ripped limb from limb, in a nasty accident, if Sera didn’t secure these branches before she lost control of them. “Sera…Little One,” she didn’t quite implore. “Just another second—” “I might not have another second.” At least she had full view of a dirt-smudged buff behind. It moved and vanishing. She let out a sigh. If it had been left up to her, she would have found a means magical to make them shelter…