Post by Deleted on May 28, 2015 14:32:03 GMT -5
"See anything, Dinah?" called Champ in a stage whisper from the ground. Dinah, a tiny bit of a thing with sun-streaked, golden blonde hair paused for a minute, both arms wrapped around the trunk of a tall pine. The boys had, quite literally, tossed her up there, and nimble as she was, she caught hold and swung from the branches like they were the uneven bars until she'd reached narrower branches. Now, she oh so carefully inched her way further up until her golden head poked through the spiny branches. "Hold your horses, Champ! I just reached the top."
Dinah could hear the five male voices below talking softly, and she lifted a hand to shade her eyes from the sun, turning this way and that to scan around. Doug had let her borrow his binoculars, and she finally lifted them to her eyes and searched. "Ready for a dismount," she softly called down and waited until she heard the voices confirm. Dropping the binoculars back to her chest, Dinah slowly crawled back down until she was on the lowest branch. Two men stood below with their hands at the ready to catch her. With a twisting dismount she probably would've won the gold with, she leapt from the tree and the men caught her between them. She was covered in sticky sap, smudges of the yellowish brown liquid staining her hands, arms, clothes, hair, and face. Doug and she traded gear, and she took a healthy swallow of her water. "Denver that way." She pointed with a flourish of her hand. "I saw the buildings from the tree, and the sign looks to be about a couple of miles." She had no idea how to gauge a mile, and the group knew it. Unfortunately, she was the lightest member of their group and easily propelled into trees and onto boulders.
They set off at a brisk walk, ceasing their discussion for now. At least Dinah knew the direction. Meat cleaver in hand, she led the way, ponytail swinging jauntily with every step.