"Oooooooh!" Because of course that is the girl's reaction upon seeing her chariot fly. The crunching of the boughs does erase her bright grin somewhat, and she glances up at Remi with utmost seriousness as she scrambles back to her feet. "The trees will not be happy about that," she says, tromping up to stand beside him and gaze aaaaaaaall the way up into the tree. "Do we need to shake it down?" she wonders.
Because if that is the case, she can absolutely definitely help. "I'll go," she announces, beaming at him before promptly disappearing. Or rather, the ginger haired girl disappears. In her place sits a furry, masked little fiend, chittering up at Remi and raising up on her hind legs with outstretched, dark little fingers. Put me in the tree, then, the gesture seems to say.
Because if that is the case, she can absolutely definitely help. "I'll go," she announces, beaming at him before promptly disappearing. Or rather, the ginger haired girl disappears. In her place sits a furry, masked little fiend, chittering up at Remi and raising up on her hind legs with outstretched, dark little fingers. Put me in the tree, then, the gesture seems to say.
