"And you were on me about the animal puns before."
This is good. This might actually work. And all they have to do is run out the clock, right?
They decide to start building in the morning.
That night, they sleep in the bower created by the crisscrossing branches, where their future treehouse is going to be. They layer the bottom with a layer of soft leaves and moss and a silken net of a particular vine that crawls across the tree tops that's safe to skin. The furs are on top. It's cozy and warm.
It's just...nice. This world has something like fireflies, except they glow in more colors than yellow and they flit around the trees. They sing, too, like crickets, except it's not as sharp and harsh a chirp. It has more of a musical quality, like a glass armonica.
So Rich is in a much better mood when he falls asleep, but...
But it's not going to be an easy night. At one point, he starts to toss and turn slightly, jerking restlessly.
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"And you were on me about the animal puns before."
This is good. This might actually work. And all they have to do is run out the clock, right?
They decide to start building in the morning.
That night, they sleep in the bower created by the crisscrossing branches, where their future treehouse is going to be. They layer the bottom with a layer of soft leaves and moss and a silken net of a particular vine that crawls across the tree tops that's safe to skin. The furs are on top. It's cozy and warm.
It's just...nice. This world has something like fireflies, except they glow in more colors than yellow and they flit around the trees. They sing, too, like crickets, except it's not as sharp and harsh a chirp. It has more of a musical quality, like a glass armonica.
So Rich is in a much better mood when he falls asleep, but...
But it's not going to be an easy night. At one point, he starts to toss and turn slightly, jerking restlessly.