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[ironside_pixie]

You know what's difficult, climbing a tree without Pixie grace. Kaye doesn't even notice the water droplets (fallen from leaves) that spatter down the back of her neck, she has to concentrate. Kick an old boot into a knot on the bark and pull with dirty hands, pull upwards, just don't let go.

It's her second attempt.

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[ironside_pixie]

Her feet flounder, scrabbling uselessly at the knot, slipped in surprise. Her arms give up the ghost a few minutes later and she drops heavily to the ground with a muffled - and none too polite - curse.

"I wouldn't have, no." She narrows her eyes at him, looking positively furious.

[ironside_pixie]

"You need to change your expectations." Kaye says dryly, with just a hint of an awkward blush. Annoyance in response to his gentle teasing because she doesn't feel right in her own skin.

He's never called her on her swearing before. Sometimes she forgets he was used to courtly manners (once upon a time). She doesn't smile back though she can feel the corners of her mouth attempt to tug upwards in response to his. Traitors.

"No." She glares at the small scratch on her hand (barely any blood) - snagged on an errant and surprisingly sharp offshoot of the tree - after a seconds consideration she sticks it in her mouth, sucking on the injury.

It tastes of dirt and blood; a flavor that's no longer pleasant.