All Katxiel wanted was some fresh air, free of all the fussing of her servants.
And so she had slipped out of the temple when they weren't looking, well familiar with their habits and routines, and headed out into the jungle where she could be alone. She knew better than to go too far; it was dangerous out there, and all too easy to get lost. But she felt confident that her goddess would keep Her avatar safe, so what was the worst that could happen?
That was Katxiel's thought an hour ago.
Turns out, a lot could happen in an hour.
Like losing herself in her thoughts, and not watching her feet, and stepping on what she thought was solid land and plant matter--but that turned out to be a hole covered by leaves.
In the fall she'd twisted her ankle, of course, and now she was stuck at the muddy bottom of a pit, mud covering her legs clear to mid-shin. She couldn't climb out despite how she'd tried; the sides were too sheer, too soft, and she couldn't gain purchase. And even if she could, her ankle was already swollen and bruised and not much use when it couldn't support her weight.
After an hour of trying and failing, all she could do was lean against the pit wall, supported awkwardly on one leg, and shout for help.
And hope the hunters that set the trap would come by soon, and that they hadn't already checked the traps that day.
If they had...
She could be here all night.
"Hello! Anyone! Please, if you're out there, help!" she called, miserable in her coating of mud.
Hopefully the priests and servants would notice her absence. Hopefully they'd come looking for her. And soon. She couldn't stay here all night, in the mud and filth! What would she eat? And how...how would she take care of other functions?! She couldn't hold her bladder all day and night!
Oh, she had wanted some alone time. But this wasn't what she'd had in mind!