[Set’s joyful pirouette does nothing to settle Liem’s nerves as they perch in the upper branches of the tree, looking out over the forest canopy in search of their destination. Liem continues quite steadfastly to grip his arms tight around the other man’s shoulders, wishing for solidity and trying very hard not to imagine Set melting out from under him with a little “heh heh.” He does not think that Set would prank him in that way… and yet, with a creature of chaos such as him, he cannot be entirely confident.

If there is any silver lining at all to his nervous preoccupation with the drop between them and solid ground, it is that he cannot spare the energy for more than a small, indignant huff at the freedom with which Set mentions his personal proclivities. Perhaps he does like being manhandled — when he is comfortably indoors, instead of several metres up a tall tree. It takes him a few moments to reply, perhaps in order to master his irritation at the being who is still in charge of holding him up while they maintain their perch.]

The structure looks correct, and the growth overtaking it.

[Perhaps the greenery (purplery?) is even a bit thicker now, given that it was some weeks earlier in the season when he “visited” the place in his vision. Even so, the shape beneath seems correct, at least at this far distance.]

We will know with more certainty when we arrive. The interior was distinctive.