Some of us Bubble, Some Fly

The dark girl's ears slicked back a moment at Tal's answer. The tree would take a lifetime to grow. As Dusk looked up the long length of one cedar tree, she tried to imagine how long a lifetime actually was. There was no way to gauge such things. Even if someone told her how long a lifetime was, she wouldn't be able to feel it or really wrap her mind around it, so she let the thought go. No point in dwelling on something that she couldn't understand, though she was disappointed that she couldn't have her own cedar tree back home.

At Tal's query, Dusk nodded her head vigorously. Of course she wanted to go to the bottom! A word of warning was given and the dark child scoffed and grinned. "You be careful. I'll be fine." She slipped with her very first step. The stones were a little slick from the constant onslaught of water and had grown a bit of gooey moss. Dusk went face first down the incline, landing on the first little plateau of ground with an audible oof. She didn't hurt herself thanks to her thick coat, but her pride sure stung. Pulling herself to her paws, the girl wrinkled her nose in distaste. "Okay, okay... I'll be careful." After that, she made her way gingerly down the treacherous rocks, glaring at each one for their betrayal. Why did nature do that to her?

"Dusk Carpathius"