( standing in the basket gives her hands somewhere to rest, curved across the wicker edge with a slight tremble as the basket rises higher and higher in the sky. she's not afraid of heights, but there's something about the ground disappearing so slowly that makes her a tiny bit nervous. luckily, there's a particularly sturdy person that's just right for leaning up against within arm's reach. )
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( standing in the basket gives her hands somewhere to rest, curved across the wicker edge with a slight tremble as the basket rises higher and higher in the sky. she's not afraid of heights, but there's something about the ground disappearing so slowly that makes her a tiny bit nervous. luckily, there's a particularly sturdy person that's just right for leaning up against within arm's reach. )
How much higher do you think we're going to go?