[ There's a brief pause-- Rion's head jerks up, ponytail flying as she gives the tree a startled, almost accusatory stare.
Really, it's not the tree's fault. Some part of her had probably acknowledged what kind of tree it was too, but more importantly, it means he'd caught her in the middle of not paying attention. And lying.
And if he was willing to just roll with it, he would have nodded and left, but here he is and Rion's shoulders are already slumping. ]
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Really, it's not the tree's fault. Some part of her had probably acknowledged what kind of tree it was too, but more importantly, it means he'd caught her in the middle of not paying attention. And lying.
And if he was willing to just roll with it, he would have nodded and left, but here he is and Rion's shoulders are already slumping. ]
Trick of the light, I guess.