Holang-i wasn't sure if he was being a jerk or not, with that weird smile on his face, but he was smiling and gosh no one did that anymore...so she allowed it. Her feet kicked, cautious of where he stood, as she sat there. A part of her wanted to go up to the next branch but he said something about his name and then food so she forgot about more climbing. When the weather was warmer maybe he could show her how to go to the next limb of the tree? Yah. That sounded nice.
"I'm Holang-i, it means 'tiger' in Korean," the girl informed him as she looked around and made a face. How to get down...There was that moment in which she looked at the ground and had the usual debate of "is this too high to jump from?" which it really wasn't given it was only maybe about 5' off of the ground and she was about 8" shorter than that. Still, it was the usual debate because from where you sat it looked much higher, like 7' away and that was scary. So she wiggled and then turned around to lay on her stomach and let herself down slowly.
There was a small thud of her feet on the ground as she landed and then she stopped to dust herself off and pick up the mittens she had thrown aside. After that she held out her hands for her backpack, which she stuffed her fluffy bunny into and threw the straps on her shoulders. Holang-i then stood beside Savage looking up at him, a plethora of questions being asked. Childish curiosity of course.
"Why do they call you savage? Are you mean? You seemed kind of mean but now you seem kind of nice," she observed. Holang-i spoke in conversational tones not in a hurry like a child spewing out things to say. She was interested and thus she asked, expecting real answers. She was not the average twelve year old.
"You don't look Native American, but that's what people used to call them. Were you looking for someone? I saw your gun..."