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Sleeping in a tree was a good idea in theory. Trees were tall, so no predators could climb up and attack her. If anything did try to get close to her with ill intent, she’d hear the branches move in her sleep. She wouldn’t have to worry about someone catching her where she wasn’t supposed to be or kicking her out, two things that happened often when her feet grew tired and she dropped in the first safe place she could find. In theory, sleeping in a tree was the best idea she had ever had.
But in practice, it was terrible. Climbing up the tree had been a hassle that drove bark into her fingers, wrists, and ankles. When she finally found a good branch to sit on, she was freezing and uncomfortable. She tried to change positions, hoped it would help ease the pain in her spine caused by the grooves of the tree. But all it did was cause the branch to creak and groan in agony, warning her that it wouldn’t support her weight much longer. Crimson ignored its warning (when had she ever headed one?) and kept moving her legs, arms, head. She did it until the branch snapped in half and sent her plummeting towards the ground.
If Crimson hadn’t been so focused on herself, she would’ve known that there was someone underneath the tree. And if he didn’t move quickly, she might just fall on him...
