Anyone can join, with a 50-word vignette in the comments. Your vignette does not have to include the prompt term.
She still had a ways to climb, dodging the stiff branches of boxwood, with their spicy scent. Her imagination stirred, portraying dragons, gryffons, or mermaids still dripping from the sea and ready to drown her if she did not obey.
It would still be her duty, even if they threatened.
It did not shift on the branch, only turned glaring, glowing eyes on her.
"I knew it," shrieked Josette. "I knew it! You are fools! The woods wants to destroy us!"
The owl turned its face on her. She cowered. It spread its wings and took off into the gloom.
The branches were a thick tangle, almost a wall, between her and the figure lying so still there. For a moment, she almost convinced herself that it was a body, that she could wait until the girls could be chivvied back without alarm, and come back with women to bear it away.