From up in the branches, Helena watches, gaze sharp and curious. This is the sort of life that belonged in story books, for princesses, and now there sits so near her the woman who this made the life of.
Helena moves slowly, near silent, until she is hanging upside down from the branch, knees hooks around it as her hands and hair hang down, and she looks at Alexandrie.
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Helena moves slowly, near silent, until she is hanging upside down from the branch, knees hooks around it as her hands and hair hang down, and she looks at Alexandrie.
"You are looking lonely."