Walking on bare feet was a tiring thing. Evidently it was too much to ask for those beings behind this to send them somewhere with more grass and less path to walk on, or hell, with shoes. Pollux had managed to find a strip of lovely grass carpet to trek upon, fortunately enough for him. With an apple in hand (or so it seemed like), the upbeat twin attempted to juggle in his boredom at having come across not a single living soul.
Because squirrels, they didn't count.
The first thing Syrinx had done, was head for higher ground- in this case it was a tree- she curled into the branches. Right now she was napping, very uncomfortably held between two parts. Pollux's proximity didn't quite set Syrinx's survival instincts ASAP. She merely wriggled a little on her branch and tried to get more comfortable.
If Castor had been trying to sneak up on her, she wouldn't have noticed until he got close, but this was not the case. The closer Pollux got, the more she awoke, eyes snapping open and shifting abruptly - leaves shaking.
Oblivious was not quite the word Pollux would've used to describe himself -- he was paying attention, but he wasn't jumping at every noise either. This was a forest, and forests made sounds. Granted it was a forest owned by those minion type, those nameless creatures who preyed on them when they pleased.
He would have bitten into his apple if he hadn't taken notice of the shuffling leaves above him. Now, that sounded larger than a squirrel. Peering up at the tree, the twin decided: tree now, apple later. It was tucked into his pocket for safekeeping.
A palm came to touch the trunk as Pollux glanced up through the branches, and that was when he saw her.
"Syrinx? Darling, what are you doing up there?"
Syrinx, wide-eyed and a little out of balanced looked down at Pollux before giving out a squeak. Obviously it was code for hello, she made a move to get down to where he was, but the tree seemed to have other ideas.
The trunk seemed to stretch upwards and shudder, tossing the nymph off and in the direction of Pollux. Apparently, she had a thing for falling onto the twins.
If Pollux had been a bigger man, he could've easily swept her up into his arms like a hero, or some asshole in a Hollywood film. Nevertheless, he reached out to capture the falling nymph, but the sudden weight had him tipping over onto his ass with Syrinx in his arms. The distribution of weight was a touch awkward, but even so, he'd managed to cushion her fall.
Not that it still didn't hurt some.
The tree seemed happy to get rid of the weight, shuddering and content that the extra weight had been shoved off. At least Pollux was a good, more or less comfortable thing to land on. Not so much for him. "Sorry." She muttered, "Are you okay?" She was breathless, voice quiet with a hint of panic.
"Never better," he groaned, easing her up in arms so that she was more or less seated sideways in his lap. The proximity was interesting, as was the look on her face, which happened to be very close to his.
"You?"
She looked torn on whether to cling or not, she settled for half-hovering close to him, one hand on his upper arm. "I'm okay, really sorry." One free hand gestured upwards towards the tree. "I think it's alive." Did trees have genders? Syrinx briefly pondered in calling it a 'he' and naming it 'Castor'; then decided that voicing such a thought to his twin was probably stupid.
It probably would've been, in which case Pollux would've laughed and reminded her a tree named Castor would keep her close, not toss her out. "It may just be," the older twin agreed, shifting the nymph in his arms. Fortunately, they'd landed in grass and not on rocks. That might not have been a comfortable landing.
He laughed anyway, shaking her in his arms with the action.