oh god, I have no idea howtf to do this!!
[To the swing, of course! With a spring in her step and a little smile on her face, because why should she feel at all ill at ease with it? The tree won't fall over on her. Not in her dream— even if she can feel someone else's eyes on her, waiting for her to do something that may give things a chance to change.
Up onto the swing she goes, the ropes creaking as she hooks her elbows around them. Rhode glances up into the deadened branches, skirts her eyes over the peaches that ought not be there, and giggles a little, bringing both feet up onto the swing so her knees press to her chest.] Have you tried them yet? ♪
[The peaches.]
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