[ Perhaps it's no surprise at all that on their path away from the castle and into the woods where they've spent so much time after the years that their first destination is an old friend. The tree which has watched over so much on mornings, afternoons, or other evenings when they've crept away from obligations to find a sliver of peace.
It's fitting, then, there's an actual goodbye to be had here and that it goes to the tree. In response to what's said, the branches almost dip lower like a parent or grandparent's arms going to encircle a beloved child like Wanda's sadness has touched it. Others might say it's an illusion, a trick of the wind or simply gravity settling the world a little further - but the twins know better, don't they? ]
You'll tell the other trees where we've gone, won't you?
[ A network of rustling leaves and tree limbs reaching for each other the intertwined canopy above them that's also keeping the rain from immediately falling onto them where raindrop after raindrop falls and slowly picks up speed. Sunday's focus isn't on the impending weather either when he also places a hand to the bark which feels alive beyond anything else and it rumbles in response. Doesn't it?
Then again, thunder rolls above them and startles Sunday into finally looking up in time with rain sliding off of the leaves sheltering them to fall directly onto his face. ]
Come on, Wanda. We need to go to the treehouse.
[ The roof on it is still whole even after all these years, secretly maintained by castle staff who know the twins find their way there often enough to need it and with what care the siblings have provided themselves, too. This goodbye to Old Wildspur is far from being complete as he murmurs an apology; they'll come back to finish it before they really leave and aren't in danger of being soaked by the rainstorm. ]
( despite their best efforts, wanda and sunday will get soaked. they manage to track their way to the familiar tree that holds aloft their treehouse in its sturdy branches, and a quick climbs has them reaching up and into the protective roof of their childhood playroom. wanda climbs up after sunday, her brother helping her up on the last spurt upward. they close the hatch, and wanda drops her bags.
looking a little sullen at having being soaked, she heads towards the trunk where many of their clothes and towels and other linen had been kept (and constantly freshened up by the castle staff in charge). she manages to find a towel for herself and her brother, coming back to him to give him his own—a pastel blue one with an 's' embroidered delicately by hand on a corner. )
It's so stuffy in here.
( part of the role of the staff keeping up maintenance is to keep the treehouse feel like it hasn't been used for as long as the twins haven't been in it, for the sake of 'realism'. oh, how carefully curtailed their whole lives have been. wanda sits herself down on a hammock chair, drying her hair, legs hanging as she swings lightly back and forth. )
The west wind shouldn't be blowing storms this way this time of the year.
( and yet, it's a cacophony of heavy rain outside, a blistering sound above them. )
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It's fitting, then, there's an actual goodbye to be had here and that it goes to the tree. In response to what's said, the branches almost dip lower like a parent or grandparent's arms going to encircle a beloved child like Wanda's sadness has touched it. Others might say it's an illusion, a trick of the wind or simply gravity settling the world a little further - but the twins know better, don't they? ]
You'll tell the other trees where we've gone, won't you?
[ A network of rustling leaves and tree limbs reaching for each other the intertwined canopy above them that's also keeping the rain from immediately falling onto them where raindrop after raindrop falls and slowly picks up speed. Sunday's focus isn't on the impending weather either when he also places a hand to the bark which feels alive beyond anything else and it rumbles in response. Doesn't it?
Then again, thunder rolls above them and startles Sunday into finally looking up in time with rain sliding off of the leaves sheltering them to fall directly onto his face. ]
Come on, Wanda. We need to go to the treehouse.
[ The roof on it is still whole even after all these years, secretly maintained by castle staff who know the twins find their way there often enough to need it and with what care the siblings have provided themselves, too. This goodbye to Old Wildspur is far from being complete as he murmurs an apology; they'll come back to finish it before they really leave and aren't in danger of being soaked by the rainstorm. ]
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looking a little sullen at having being soaked, she heads towards the trunk where many of their clothes and towels and other linen had been kept (and constantly freshened up by the castle staff in charge). she manages to find a towel for herself and her brother, coming back to him to give him his own—a pastel blue one with an 's' embroidered delicately by hand on a corner. )
It's so stuffy in here.
( part of the role of the staff keeping up maintenance is to keep the treehouse feel like it hasn't been used for as long as the twins haven't been in it, for the sake of 'realism'. oh, how carefully curtailed their whole lives have been. wanda sits herself down on a hammock chair, drying her hair, legs hanging as she swings lightly back and forth. )
The west wind shouldn't be blowing storms this way this time of the year.
( and yet, it's a cacophony of heavy rain outside, a blistering sound above them. )