Well, who could refuse that defrosting smile, no matter how long the corpse has been on ice? She sat lightly at first until persuaded, and then of course, began to swing. How long had it been since she'd actually swung on a swing, instead of sit on one and stare at the sand? Thinking, and thinking, and thinking. Always thinking.
"You're already higher than me..." It was true, Emmy was had apparently honed swinging skills in a masterful way an athlete might. But, of course, she did her best to catch up with her. As much as she was enjoying the wind running past her face, she couldn't help but open her eyes to the sight of two figures looming by the trees not too far off.