Oh no. Oh no. Climbing the tree had seemed like such a good idea when it came to her, she'd be able to see everywhere and watch for when the children left and she could go play. It's not until she hears a girl climbing up from below that she remembers that the trouble with climbing up somewhere high is you can't get down again without running into whoever's below.
Asmodia huddles as low as she can in the crook of the big branches, all her limbs curled in tight as she tries very hard to breathe quietly. Maybe the girl won't come up this high, and maybe she won't see Asmodia and yell and bring grown-ups that'll ask questions and want to know whose she is and why she's somewhere that's meant for citizens. Maybe. And maybe Asmodia will suddenly learn how to make herself invisible like she's always wanted. Neither seems very likely.
She shouldn't even move, but she has to see. Quietly, slowly, she peeks over a branch at the girl below. She can't see who the girl is talking to, but she doesn't dare keep her head out in the open long enough to really look, and quickly retreats back into the little hiding place that no longer seems so secure.
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Asmodia huddles as low as she can in the crook of the big branches, all her limbs curled in tight as she tries very hard to breathe quietly. Maybe the girl won't come up this high, and maybe she won't see Asmodia and yell and bring grown-ups that'll ask questions and want to know whose she is and why she's somewhere that's meant for citizens. Maybe. And maybe Asmodia will suddenly learn how to make herself invisible like she's always wanted. Neither seems very likely.
She shouldn't even move, but she has to see. Quietly, slowly, she peeks over a branch at the girl below. She can't see who the girl is talking to, but she doesn't dare keep her head out in the open long enough to really look, and quickly retreats back into the little hiding place that no longer seems so secure.