@paraunfinal ; sc
it's not quite the middle of the city so iloren feels it alright to climb a tree. there's fruits up here he'd like to collect, lined against a high, grey wall, as well as a promised silence once he reaches the top. sitting on a branch and watching people go about their day sounds like a pleasant afternoon activity.
only he climbs the tree and starts making himself comfortable when there's a quiet cracking noise from the tree next to him. he doesn't immediately spot the person over there, not expecting somebody else to be up here, but eventually he does see dark colours against brighter greens— somebody's gotten themselves stuck.
their robe is dug into several pointy branches and they're almost upside-down. iloren laughs.
it turns into a chortle. he reaches up to pluck an apple from the crown of his own tree, waving it over at the other person.
' would you like one? '
