05-23-2012, 07:25 PM
ooc: Zana, Myrika and Sparrow meed a thread one day so they can be all weird at one another with their need to fit in.. and Zana's need to torment and mock poor Sparrow for being afraid of her freakishly small stature. ..and wtf.. Whydid Zana go john wayne at the end of this post...
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Zana watched the mass below as she stationed herself firmly in the notch of the tree. She watched the overtall Myrika for a moment before letting her eyes flit from creature to creature, knowing some and never having associated with others just the same. The small woman was busy with her thoughts but she turned back to Myrika with a smile of sorts as she stated simply. "They are old, the trees. Sturdy branches high and low. Even you can make your way to the top.. slowly but surely." She wasn't trying to be mean, but she was use to the looks and comments of others and at times it became part of her to point out their own weaknesses when hers were so apparent. She glanced back into the branches again though as she could see where she had marked off a good smooth fork between two solid limbs where a platform could lay neatly.
She stopped examining the tree when Alma spoke, the small woman eying the lady of fears for a second before actually settling in and listening to what she said. She was right to a point but there were ways of moving part of the platforms into the trees. She shook her head and pointed out the location of where this one would be as she spoke. "If the base is made down here it can be pulled up sideways. The trees aren't so dense along the main branches to cause trouble. If we were dragging them through the leafier stems, branches and crowns of the trees it would be a problem yes.." She stared down at the wood below as she asked. "Are we starting this? We're burning daylight..."
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Zana watched the mass below as she stationed herself firmly in the notch of the tree. She watched the overtall Myrika for a moment before letting her eyes flit from creature to creature, knowing some and never having associated with others just the same. The small woman was busy with her thoughts but she turned back to Myrika with a smile of sorts as she stated simply. "They are old, the trees. Sturdy branches high and low. Even you can make your way to the top.. slowly but surely." She wasn't trying to be mean, but she was use to the looks and comments of others and at times it became part of her to point out their own weaknesses when hers were so apparent. She glanced back into the branches again though as she could see where she had marked off a good smooth fork between two solid limbs where a platform could lay neatly.
She stopped examining the tree when Alma spoke, the small woman eying the lady of fears for a second before actually settling in and listening to what she said. She was right to a point but there were ways of moving part of the platforms into the trees. She shook her head and pointed out the location of where this one would be as she spoke. "If the base is made down here it can be pulled up sideways. The trees aren't so dense along the main branches to cause trouble. If we were dragging them through the leafier stems, branches and crowns of the trees it would be a problem yes.." She stared down at the wood below as she asked. "Are we starting this? We're burning daylight..."