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[hewer_of_caves]

Findarato is currently, at the most, eight years old. And currently climbing a tree. He hasn't gotten very high yet, but this particular branch isn't as sturdy as it looked and it's already swaying alarmingly. Aid and/or company would be appreciated.

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[caninefodder]

Edrahil is still a girl, because you can never be crackplotted for too long. She's got a bit less uncomfortable in her body by now, and going for a walk on the grounds when she finds the small blond elfling being precarious.

"Hey now, don't fall!" But she makes sure to be in a position to catch him if he does.

[hewer_of_caves]

"I won't!" He calls down confidently and grabs for another branch, closer to the trunk and a bit thicker. It's a bit far for him to reach, though, he's still small. "Are you one of Aunt Nerdanel's friends?" She's the only adult Elf he's seen aside from his aunt, and he doesn't recognize her.

[caninefodder]

--And she blinks at that, suspicions forming, because after all Nerdanel only has so many blond nephews. "...I'm afraid I do not know the lady well." She reaches upwards as he leans, though. "Need any help?"

[hewer_of_caves]

"Oh. Aunt Nerdanel's the only grown-up I can find that I know and that's weird cause my family's big." Even if it's not as big yet for him as it will become. He wobbles and makes another grab for the branch, as stubborn when he's a child as he is as an adult. "I don't need help."