There was that moment of suspension of time where Holang-i both had a feeling something was about to happen and total surprise. She let out a loud cry of shock as she was grabbed and if he let go she might just have fallen on her wee backside. Her backpack rustled the things inside and she held onto the straps around her shoulders. The shriek she gave off was obviously young, girlish, but there was a pitch and a loudness to it for she broached teendom!
"What are you doing?! Get off of me! Let me go! Help!" cried the twelve year old as she swung around and then pulled away, or at least tried, to go and run round the other side of the tree.