"Are you crazy?"
Send me one: Protective Version
"Maybe just a bit,"
voice r a i s e d just enough to be heard from down below, body precariously leaned away from the solid trunk of the tree, fingers gripping tightly upon the rough bark, cranium tilted downwards, flashing her smile below. Rarely did she expect anything but mild panic and intense concern from Jane, and perchance climbing so high up a tree was a bit riskier than most things that she did.
However, was else was she to do? The tree was always there, always looming, taunting her and her young mind, and really she couldn’t be given any fault for answering its siren call. Perhaps she could be faulted for muddying her skirts and her boots—but for climbing? Nigh impossible!
And she could not resist pivoting, reaching for the next branch, not feeling the guilt she should have at her elder sister’s cry of distress. All she could do as determined eyes locked upon the very top was call down,
"But surely the greatest adventurers and minds were told just the same thing, my dear Jane!”
