[ Harry's still upside-down when he hears the soft crunch of leaves underfoot, and with a whuff of effort, swings up and claws for one of the branches just within his reach, vying for getting into the tree rather than out of it. If it's the nymph, come back to check on her trap, he wants to be freed, rather than treed. The splinters in the abrasions across his cheek and temple alone are enough to remind him that his position might be meritorious. Cautiously, he gets a handful of the tree limb that's wound about his knee and pulls it out of the knot long enough to wriggle his knee free.
It's definitely Summer, that's a fact he's known since he'd begun his investigations. Titania and he have no love lost between them, for there's a few events that have played them up against each other, and the ire of a Queen is long-lasting. Erring on the side of don't fall out of the tree dresden, he wraps his fingers around another branch to balance himself as he judges the distance to the ground -- and drops out of the tree as gracefully as he can. He lands in a crouch, hits a knee and remains low and quiet - a feat for him. ]
[ There's motion, and he whispers into his palms, readies the thrumming rings at the base of his long fingers and gets ready to knock a nymph into next week with a well-placed blast of force. Just wait. Hold on. She'll round that tree in just... a... second--! ]
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Date: 2012-11-06 05:18 am (UTC)It's definitely Summer, that's a fact he's known since he'd begun his investigations. Titania and he have no love lost between them, for there's a few events that have played them up against each other, and the ire of a Queen is long-lasting. Erring on the side of don't fall out of the tree dresden, he wraps his fingers around another branch to balance himself as he judges the distance to the ground -- and drops out of the tree as gracefully as he can. He lands in a crouch, hits a knee and remains low and quiet - a feat for him. ]
[ There's motion, and he whispers into his palms, readies the thrumming rings at the base of his long fingers and gets ready to knock a nymph into next week with a well-placed blast of force. Just wait. Hold on. She'll round that tree in just... a... second--! ]