đŽ It was difficult for her to be seen up in a treeâ that was why Nino decided to launch herself up into one. She just wanted to be alone for a while, not worry about people knocking on her door... She spent some time reflecting, until she was ready to get down. Being there without anyone around... hurt a lot more than she expected. She looked down at the groundâ that was... a significantly higher drop than she expected... Suddenly, Nino found herself wishing someone would save her. "H-Help...!"
Thereâs only so much walking he can do in this heat. Part of him knows, on some level, it isnât actually as hot as Ailell here. It canât be, if other people are managing just fine. On the other hand, heâs not made for heat of any kind at all. Even in just a pair of shorts, he feels like he might melt out of his skin.
His shoulders might also be a little bit burned. Heâs kind of scared to check. But it doesnât really hurt, so it canât be that bad.
The palm tree up ahead calls to him with the promise of shade, and he picks up the pace from slow meandering to something almost like a jog. But as he draws closer, he picks up a sound amongst the cheering and laughing of other people enjoying the surf. Something that sounds like...
Like itâs coming from the... Tree? Wide, perplexed eyes glance upwards, and he doesnât see anything, not at first. But then thereâs movement, the hint of a hand within all the green and... Nino!
Well... This takes him back.
âYou alright up there, sweetheart?â Sylvain calls to her, this time with the beginnings of a smile. Thereâs no pack of murderous bandits trying to cut down here hiding place here, just far too bright sunlight, and pristine sand as far as the eye can see. âDonât worry, Iâll catch you.â
Stepping close to the trunk, Sylvain stands ready, arms raised and knees braced. But then it occurs to him, thereâs no real danger here, other than her falling. They can take their time, âor, do you want me to come up and get you?â