Cho assumes that it means he has siblings that he's close with, or that he's an only child and wishes that he had siblings. Nothing bad.
She steps into his hand, very trusting, and when he boosts her up, she grabs the lowest branch with her free hand. "We used to be, when we were younger." They'd been quite close, as young children. Which made the loss as she grew older that much more difficult.
Now that she's hanging from the tree by one hand, and unable to use her other hand without dropping the container, she realizes something, and comments on it softly to herself. "I did not think this through..."
Right. Instead of being able to easily pull herself up with both hands, she swings herself awkwardly to the side, careful to avoid kicking Ben in the head, and hooks her leg over the branch. It's an awkward sort of shuffle to get herself sitting on the branch, but she manages it. The tiny lights have come to investigate the ruckus. Seriously, how have they not all been munched on?
"He's only three years older than I am. Beginning when I was three and he was six, we shared tutors, had lessons together, did our work together - we did everything together, really." It had been wonderful, feeling like part of a team, the pair of them in one column, and the rest of the world in the other.
Now that she's seated a little more solidly, she opens the container and balances it carefully in the fork of the branch, so that it won't fall. She taps it with her fingers from a few different angles, applying pressure, making sure it's really secure. Then she scatters some treats on the branch around it, and puts even more inside, and she waits. "Do you have a brother? Or a sister?"
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She steps into his hand, very trusting, and when he boosts her up, she grabs the lowest branch with her free hand. "We used to be, when we were younger." They'd been quite close, as young children. Which made the loss as she grew older that much more difficult.
Now that she's hanging from the tree by one hand, and unable to use her other hand without dropping the container, she realizes something, and comments on it softly to herself. "I did not think this through..."
Right. Instead of being able to easily pull herself up with both hands, she swings herself awkwardly to the side, careful to avoid kicking Ben in the head, and hooks her leg over the branch. It's an awkward sort of shuffle to get herself sitting on the branch, but she manages it. The tiny lights have come to investigate the ruckus. Seriously, how have they not all been munched on?
"He's only three years older than I am. Beginning when I was three and he was six, we shared tutors, had lessons together, did our work together - we did everything together, really." It had been wonderful, feeling like part of a team, the pair of them in one column, and the rest of the world in the other.
Now that she's seated a little more solidly, she opens the container and balances it carefully in the fork of the branch, so that it won't fall. She taps it with her fingers from a few different angles, applying pressure, making sure it's really secure. Then she scatters some treats on the branch around it, and puts even more inside, and she waits. "Do you have a brother? Or a sister?"