Low rumbles shudder through the entire world, as defined by Tara and her hand that you sit in. Looking up, the bright eyes that once regarded you with such wonder are closed, the mouth below them dropping open to exhale great, regular breaths. You scamper quickly along the palm, jumping from it to the prominent knees just in time, your feet leaving the skin moments before the arm goes limp, dropping the hand to dangle downward.
Dragging yourself to your feet, you consider the resting woman. It must have been a hard day for her to have dropped off to sleep on this uncomfortable tree branch. To see such a powerful being utterly passive, in recline and defenceless, is quite something. Right now, she's little more than a terrain feature, not of the wit or humour in that great brain evident.
Is it safe up here? What is she falls from the tree in her sleep? But wouldn't it be more dangerous to try to wake her right now? Hmm.
You weren't lying when you said you have a few things to tend to, so maybe you should get down to your shelter. If you stay up here without a giant protector awake to protect you, any sort of predator may attack in the night and carry you off!
Patting the warm flesh beneath you, your mind rolls over how much you truly know about this woman. Perhaps you could look through her pockets while she sleeps, learn more about her.
Or, you could arrange a surprise for her when she wakes up. You could climb to the top of the tree, get a full view from up there and have an exciting story to thrill her with come morning.
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