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NicoT "You know, if you are nice to the tree and do well, she might let you climb her." Truebridge suggested to Jake.
One word. One solitary word. That was all it took to snap Jake out of it.
Climb.
Thinking about climbing did its usual trick. It wiped away any fear or apprehension he was feeling, and Jake could finally breathe again. The boy blinked at Truebridge... and then again...
And made up his mind.
Vaguely aware that Truebridge had asked a question but that he hadn't answered fast enough, Jake moved back... grabbed the pot of dung and headed straight from the tree, emtionless... thinking of one word.
Climb.
Even as he gently massaged the roots of the tree with the dung, his dragon-hide gloves protecting his hand, Jake still didn't register the use of the other word.
Might.