bethen avilla ; the circle mage (bethe) wrote in thedas,
The young dwarf looked incredibly sick up there, and Beth couldn't decide if she was more worried that he would make himself fall by shaking so much, or that he would empty the contents of his stomach on her head. Well, it would at least be a new experience... she considered for a moment, while he grabbed at the twig. It snapped crisply off. She felt a swell of pride at his success, although this was just the easy part. She gingerly took the part of the branch that was being passed to her, so as not to ruin any of the leaves by crushing them in her hands.
His friend would be quite pleased; they were very healthy leaves, not dried out from too much summer sunlight or chewed up by bugs. She only marveled at them for a second, though, as he obviously needed to get down quickly -- and more importantly, safely. "Shift back slowly, where the branch is broader. You can turn yourself around when you're closer to the trunk. Just hold on, you'll be fine," she said in a calm voice, trying to be as soothing as possible. If she appeared worried, it was likely he would pick up on her tension as well. "Take your time. If you slip, I'll be right here to catch you."
As soon as she said it, she winced. Perhaps it was a poor decision to suggest that he could even possibly slip. "But you won't!" Beth added quickly, the amendment likely ineffective, but made anyway.