Moving day

Dread's grin is rakish, brilliant. He tosses his head. Stretches, flexes his muscles in the sun, maybe he's showing off a little. Reaching out to chomp playfully in the direction of her hip as he passed her in search of new perspective. The real brilliance of the boy shows through in moments like this, the wheels in his head turning rapidly. All of him is curious. Gaze flickering from one branch to the next, tracing out just where they'd start building the platform.

Gaze landing on the branch that would grow up through the floor... wait a second. Brow knitting together, Dread took a step back. Then another. Taking a look at the branch in its entirety, he can't seem to wipe the stupid grin from his lips. It seemed like it would lend itself well to a second story, set up and back, easy to climb and-- right. Getting ahead of himself. "I can work around the branch, might even be helpful later." He had to turn his head to mark the tree, else he risk looking too excited.

Coming to Deluge's side, he looks at the last tree. Younger than the rest, but it seemed she had an eye for these things. The man gives a nod, smiling softly. "I like it. We can make sure most of the load is on the other three." A little glimmer in his dark eyes, he pauses for a moment with his knife. Thinking for a moment, he beckons Deluge close, takes her hand over hand-- guiding her as they carve their initials into the bark of the tree. Reverent.

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