Robin sprinted swiftly across the top of the fungus and leaped easily onto the next.  The girl clapped at her fast ascent and seemed to be waiting for her at the top.  She wasn’t sure who she would find, but her gut told her that there was no danger—only opportunity. 

The sounds of human voices erupted behind her, and she stopped, before peering down at the source of the noise.  She lie against the top of the fungi and watched the man, who looked liked he belonged in an aristocrat’s house rather than a forest, stand and topple before puking.  She snickered, but then remembered her own reaction to the pain—hopefully she didn’t look as embarrassing.

The other girl had already awoken, and started speaking in a foreign language. Her bracelets clanked against one another loudly, breaking the eerie silence of the forest.  Erin wondered if she should approach them, but the man seemed to already be stumbling near the fungus. She felt reluctance dredge in the pit of her stomach; logically, it made sense that she should meet with them to figure out why they were here; they were in the same situation as she was; but, in the end, they were strangers.  

She glanced back at the girl above of her and back to the others still on the platform.  

[i]“They’ll be fine. We’re all heading to the same place, anyway,”[/i] she thought.
Robin stood up and continue her ascent, making her way closer to the mysterious girl, only visible by the light of the swaying, creaking lantern.