513 AV, 15th Day of Summer
Lander looked up at the cherry branches overhead, eyeing any hand and footholds speculatively. Luckily climbing a tree was far easy than climbing a cliff. Carefully, he grabbed one of the low hanging branches overhead, close to the trunk, and lifted his legs up to wrap around the dark bark. His tongue stuck out from between his teeth, bracing himself as the branch sagged with his weight. He stayed still, clinging like a goofy sloth until he was sure it wouldn't snap. A couple walked by, whispering in confusion. He caught a few words from the man; they sounded suspiciously like crazy and stupid.
Lander smiled to himself, face scrunched with concentration as he pulled his body up, twisting around to straddle the branch with his thighs. Blossoms and cherries bobbed in the breeze all around him now, flooding his world with pinks and reds. His appearance upset a trio of singing Chakama birds, who took flight in a flurry of feathery protests. A wing smacked him in the face as the last took flight, nearly sending him off the branch and to the ground. He grabbed two of the branches above him, catching himself just as he lost his balance. He opened one eye, looking around his immediate space. No more birds.
Slowly, he pulled himself to his feet, using overhead branches to help support his weight on the one underfoot. "This is probably not a good idea," he mumbled, wobbling precariously until he managed to shimmy higher, up onto the next set of limbs. Now, Lander was more or less hidden in the blossoms. Why did he need to be hidden? Quickly, he picked a few ripe cherries growing on a branch in front of his face, and popped them into his mouth. Delicious. A little juice trickled out of the side of his mouth as he enjoyed the small fruits, and he wiped it away with the back of his hand, only managing to smear it onto his chin. He then spit the pits into his hand, picked the two best, and chose a target.
A man was about to pass under his tree, on his way to meet his sweetheart. He could see her through the branches a ways away, smiling and waving. Just as he raised a hand to acknowledge her, Lander tossed both pits down onto his head in quick succession, though one missed and smacked his shoulder. The man grunted in surprise, rubbing his head and looking up into the branches. Lander stilled, covering his smiling mouth to stifle a chuckle. He was so childish sometimes. This was the only reason he ever came here. To throw pits at couples and picnicers. He loved being an ass.
xLander looked up at the cherry branches overhead, eyeing any hand and footholds speculatively. Luckily climbing a tree was far easy than climbing a cliff. Carefully, he grabbed one of the low hanging branches overhead, close to the trunk, and lifted his legs up to wrap around the dark bark. His tongue stuck out from between his teeth, bracing himself as the branch sagged with his weight. He stayed still, clinging like a goofy sloth until he was sure it wouldn't snap. A couple walked by, whispering in confusion. He caught a few words from the man; they sounded suspiciously like crazy and stupid.
Lander smiled to himself, face scrunched with concentration as he pulled his body up, twisting around to straddle the branch with his thighs. Blossoms and cherries bobbed in the breeze all around him now, flooding his world with pinks and reds. His appearance upset a trio of singing Chakama birds, who took flight in a flurry of feathery protests. A wing smacked him in the face as the last took flight, nearly sending him off the branch and to the ground. He grabbed two of the branches above him, catching himself just as he lost his balance. He opened one eye, looking around his immediate space. No more birds.
Slowly, he pulled himself to his feet, using overhead branches to help support his weight on the one underfoot. "This is probably not a good idea," he mumbled, wobbling precariously until he managed to shimmy higher, up onto the next set of limbs. Now, Lander was more or less hidden in the blossoms. Why did he need to be hidden? Quickly, he picked a few ripe cherries growing on a branch in front of his face, and popped them into his mouth. Delicious. A little juice trickled out of the side of his mouth as he enjoyed the small fruits, and he wiped it away with the back of his hand, only managing to smear it onto his chin. He then spit the pits into his hand, picked the two best, and chose a target.
A man was about to pass under his tree, on his way to meet his sweetheart. He could see her through the branches a ways away, smiling and waving. Just as he raised a hand to acknowledge her, Lander tossed both pits down onto his head in quick succession, though one missed and smacked his shoulder. The man grunted in surprise, rubbing his head and looking up into the branches. Lander stilled, covering his smiling mouth to stifle a chuckle. He was so childish sometimes. This was the only reason he ever came here. To throw pits at couples and picnicers. He loved being an ass.
