"Cherie, less chatter and faster climbing!" Braxton called up to his little sister, " By the time you get down here, I swear to Ansgar that I'll be fifty! " Knowing Cherie, if she had her way, she'd probably stop to talk to whatever bugs were crawling along the vines or daydream about what it would be like to be that tiny or have wings. And THEN she would probably start mentally designing some crazy contraption in her head which she'd probably be insane enough to attempt building when they got home. Hopefully, the next time she did this, she didn't convince some poor fool to be her test driver. Poor , poor Ethen! He'd fallen out of a tree and broken a wrist once all in the name of science!
He glanced over his shoulder at Ewan who couldn't seem to keep his eyes off of her. He smirked and elbowed the kid in the ribs, "Enjoying the view, are ya? Stop peeking up my sister's dress, Ewan!" His voice was raised purposefully to draw attention and to torment the poor kid.
A elderly couple of minor nobles passing by arm in arm paused to stare at Ewan Rodric for a brief moment, their expressions absolutely appalled. They were far too busy giving the poor boy dirty glares that they failed to notice Cherie scaling down the wall! Before Ewan could even open his mouth to utter a word, the woman snorted indignantly at him and the disgusted , nameless noble pair were on their way.
Brax was almost tempted to climb up there himself and go get her when he noticed that Cherie had stopped quite suddenly, "What's wrong? " And as if to answer his question, the vines Cherie clung to snapped and his sister was airborne!
"Shit! Catch her, Ewan, or I'm telling your mother that you ran away from Lady MacArthur!" Oh snap!
((So terrible. lolol))