And what, pray tell, was it about?
"Twirling around like what?" She said absentmindedly. Truthfully, she'd practically forgotten Maya's ever-looming presence. Her efforts were now focused entirely on the cedar tree, and the teeny tiny top thst appeared so very far away. It seemed to explode like a mushroom cloud of leaves, and boughs; a natural extension of the tree.
Poppy's hands searched for purchase in the rough bark. "Hehe, I'm a bonafide tree-hugger!" She joked, her pale arms encircling the musty trunk. She was probably no more than three feet off the ground, but she felt as though she could tower over Maya, who was rolling her eyes all the while. "Scoff if you will, but I bet I can reach the top."