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Post by hua on Jan 30, 2013 6:45:29 GMT -8
[rs=2][atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,border-right: 9.5px #000000 solid;]For an hour now they sat on the plain grasses of the prairie. As relaxing as it had been, Biyomon began to wonder how long Hua intended to remain here idle. It crossed her mind to ask but as soon as she would glance at him to do so, she could read from his face the answer. A long while, his happily silent face said. He enjoyed the constant blow of the wind and the wave of grasses flowing graciously. Biyomon was liking it too but she wondered if the smile of his was really from the present scenery and not from a sentimentality from his distant past.
Biyomon wondered if this were the place Hua once spent his time with with his former Digimon...
Biyomon didn't understand all these thoughts, the things she kept on suspecting each time Hua does something. She kept herself busy, pacing around and kicking some dirt with her pointed talons.
She heard Hua dusting his rear. Were they finally leaving?
It was as if she didn't existed. Hua did as he pleased and walked toward a tree. Biyomon followed.
"Hua?"
Hua was sizing up the tree, his placating smile still stretching his lips. "Watch my back, will you, Biyomon?"
Realizing Hua wanted to climb the tree, she protested. "I don't think I can catch you!"
Hua grabbed the trunk and experimentally planted his foot on it. "I'm not going to fall," he said, chuckling. "I meant...well, who knows what I might find inside the trees?"
Biyomon frowned. As Hua climbed, she followed in the air level by level. What did he mean by that? It sounded like he knew exactly what he was saying and Hua, despite his looks, knew exactly what he was doing too. He didn't have to hide it from Biyomon. It wasn't as if he were being subtle.
Hua grunted, trying to keep his arms around the rough trunk. These trees were like coconut trees. It was like climbing a pole, no branches to make a ladder for him. But he was used to this, both in and outside the game. What's great was that he wouldn't have to suffer broken bones if something went terribly wrong.
As he scaled higher, the wind seemed to lift him up.
notes: lmao the titles I make.
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