[ Her stare is fixed, her mouth thinning into a line. He is just saying, and maybe if it was an order, she would have hissed something at him like they'd only just met and climbed all the higher. But he's just saying. And they haven't just met.
The Dag twists, hooking an arm on the sturdy branch, ducking towards the trunk, all reaching limbs and bony fingers. In her short time here, she's become good at climbing, in that her toes and fingers seem to find every required hold.
Which doesn't mean she doesn't skid the last foot down, a thin exhale sharp through her nose as she lands, boots amongst the jungle ground. She stares at him again, that same flat kind of gaze that always looks at once unseeing as well as vastly receptive, before tilting a look at all the scattered pods, her basket looking worse for wear. ]
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The Dag twists, hooking an arm on the sturdy branch, ducking towards the trunk, all reaching limbs and bony fingers. In her short time here, she's become good at climbing, in that her toes and fingers seem to find every required hold.
Which doesn't mean she doesn't skid the last foot down, a thin exhale sharp through her nose as she lands, boots amongst the jungle ground. She stares at him again, that same flat kind of gaze that always looks at once unseeing as well as vastly receptive, before tilting a look at all the scattered pods, her basket looking worse for wear. ]
You gonna help me pick this up or what?