"Okay," Magnus says, glancing around the clearing again. There's a really old ginkgo tree with wide spreading branches at the edge. Its leaves have all turned golden yellow, and they're still clinging to its branches -- he's pretty sure they're going to get dumped to the ground in one blustery afternoon in the next week or so. He regards it for a moment, and then hikes his skirt up around his waist. With a few steps of a running start, it's really easy for him to jump up a dozen or so feet and grab onto a thick branch that forks up and out, almost like some kind of bench. He hikes his leg over it and pulls himself up the rest of the way. It takes him a moment to pull the skirt back down and get steady, and then he lounges along the length of the branch, back supported by its fork.
He props his arm up, chin resting on his hand, and grins down at Shen Yuan. "How's this?"
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Date: 2023-12-03 08:04 pm (UTC)He props his arm up, chin resting on his hand, and grins down at Shen Yuan. "How's this?"