[When he gets there, she quirks a smile at him.] This is sort of anticlimactic! [Squirming after him, Terezi slinks onto the thinner branches, aiming for as high as she can go up the top of the tree before being treated to a quick and painful descent. Finally her toes are bouncing on a branch that bends under her weight and her fingers are curled around the trunk, which is so thin this high up that her thumb nearly brushes the tip of her middle finger.
Terezi stretches as far as she can, leaning out and smiling broadly as light raindrops smatter against her face and wind chills against her neck and arms. She sniffs the landscape and then scrunches her nose; most of it is still grey and foul, but some is pleasant and green, and she turns toward it graciously, whatever race she had going on with Ash sort of abandoned to the back of her mind.]
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Terezi stretches as far as she can, leaning out and smiling broadly as light raindrops smatter against her face and wind chills against her neck and arms. She sniffs the landscape and then scrunches her nose; most of it is still grey and foul, but some is pleasant and green, and she turns toward it graciously, whatever race she had going on with Ash sort of abandoned to the back of her mind.]