how glorious a greeting the sun gives the mountains
Her laughter warms you in surprising ways, making you grin in turn, a heat to your freckled cheeks. Desperately you want to look up at her, to see if she will reflect the warmth, if she's impressed by your weird, weird behavioral display. "Wild," you agree with something akin to pride, believing it for a moment. "D'ya think that makes us dangerous?"
(Kiddo, the most dangerous thing about you is how painfully little you understand about the world, while somehow still being the better adjusted twin.)
Luckily you become distracted by the much safer topic of the possibly deadly plant maze. "I wonder if it's a hive mind. Or like a fungus- c'nnected by a common root system." Again you put your fingers into the boughs of the Labyrinth, this time plucking off a leaf and holding it close up to your face so you might better inspect it. From its precarious position on your head the squirrel leans forward, trying to figure out whether or not it's food. "Even wild things need some sorta system to exist in."
(Kiddo, the most dangerous thing about you is how painfully little you understand about the world, while somehow still being the better adjusted twin.)
Luckily you become distracted by the much safer topic of the possibly deadly plant maze. "I wonder if it's a hive mind. Or like a fungus- c'nnected by a common root system." Again you put your fingers into the boughs of the Labyrinth, this time plucking off a leaf and holding it close up to your face so you might better inspect it. From its precarious position on your head the squirrel leans forward, trying to figure out whether or not it's food. "Even wild things need some sorta system to exist in."
