"It has been... longer than I can recall, since I climbed a tree..." He somehow knows that he HAS done this, in the past. Regardless of how hazy (nonexistent) his memory is from Before.
Skellig glances up. "But that will not stop me. A fine place for a nest..." He 'hops' up to the first branch, the feeling familiar beneath his hands of rough bark to grip.
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Skellig glances up. "But that will not stop me. A fine place for a nest..." He 'hops' up to the first branch, the feeling familiar beneath his hands of rough bark to grip.