Setting: An Enchanted Forest

[herzlose_prinzessin]

Help me! Help me!

[This particular cry does not come from the white-haired girl wandering through the forest, but from a nearby apple tree. Mytho does not appear to be particularly disturbed by the voice, and she turns to look placidly at the tree.]

What's wrong?

[The tree heaves a great sigh.]

My apples, one and all, are so very ripe! Won't someone shake me?

[Mytho barely considers this before saying:] Okay.

[Without another word, Mytho reaches up and begins to shake the branches with a surprising amount of strength, considering her petite size. Apples are now raining down on all and sundry.]

Comments

Don't mind the icons- there just isn't a lot of genderbent Mytho fanart out there.

[herzlose_prinzessin]

Okay.

[Mytho ceases shaking the tree. What few apples are left plummet to the ground, one of them clonking her on the shoulder. The tree lets out a great sigh of relief as Mytho approaches Archer.]

Are you hurt?

[independantservant]

No, not at all. But why were you shaking that poor tree?

[herzlose_prinzessin]

It asked me to.

[Because that's a perfectly normal thing for a tree to do.]

The tree said it needed help.

[independantservant]

You shouldn't always listen when people—er, things—say that. Sometimes they lie.

But, what did the tree need help with?