PETER
”Oh, the uh... the tree thing.” It seems appropriate, if nothing else. At least, it does once it’s been broken down to size, the prettier end of it separated from the long stick part. He’s hovering now, entirely too close for even his own comfort, though it’s overridden by curiosity.
The woman, stranger still, says ‘this’ll do’, and Pet just doesn’t understand. ”How will it..?” Without finishing, he starts digging through his pockets, going back and forth methodically until he pulls out a length of pink ribbon, stolen from a child’s hair the first day he’d been back. He ties a thick, intricate knot in one end, then offers it up, thinking the longer end can be threaded through hollow interior of the fulgurite so it has some way to hang. ”Will this help?”
The woman, stranger still, says ‘this’ll do’, and Pet just doesn’t understand. ”How will it..?” Without finishing, he starts digging through his pockets, going back and forth methodically until he pulls out a length of pink ribbon, stolen from a child’s hair the first day he’d been back. He ties a thick, intricate knot in one end, then offers it up, thinking the longer end can be threaded through hollow interior of the fulgurite so it has some way to hang. ”Will this help?”
I don’t know where I’ve been
But I know where I wanna go
But I know where I wanna go
