[Or at least, he assumes it must have. Either the kingdom ransacked it, or burned it down. He never got a chance to go back to see, because for a while he fled with Misha out of fear of what might happen if he didn't. He doesn't dawdle on that thought as he walks towards the treehouse, and with the functionalities of the Cube still well at work, it means he and Rosso can scale it with ease. They'll be using a rope ladder this time though, instead of the winding stairs Adrian built on his treehouse back in Ryslig.
Actually, it's clear this one is more hand-made. Less sturdy. Built by necessity over a long period of time, with no way to actually use proper materials or tools. And the inside is indicative of that as well, with an old cot pushed to one corner for a bed, some bags and things thrown around with Adrian's meager belongings. One side isn't even walled off, instead completely open to face the setting sun with a ragged curtain pulled over to act as a barrier. That is where Adrian chooses to sit, just barely underneath the curtain so he can still watch the sun as it goes down.
Then, he stiffens when a voice suddenly shouts from below just as they've made it up, the rope bridge rattling.]
Adriaaan! I'm comin' up!!
[He doesn't look, but Rosso is welcome to. A young boy, no older than 10, drags himself bodily up into the treehouse, smudging dirt off his cheek with the heel of one hand. His clothes are ragged and disheveled, and his turqoise hair is a right mess. His face is patchy with bandages in a few places, and he's definitely missing one of his front teeth as he grins up at Adrian...and then falters, his attention immediately on Rosso.
And he is instantly defensive, the sound of wood-on-wood finally prompting Adrian to look over as he realizes that Misha has gone to pick up a thick stick from the corner of the treehouse, brandishing it at Rosso like someone might a sword.]
Who is...who are you!?
Take it easy, kid. He's with me.
He looks like he's from the kingdom! Why is he here?!
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[Or at least, he assumes it must have. Either the kingdom ransacked it, or burned it down. He never got a chance to go back to see, because for a while he fled with Misha out of fear of what might happen if he didn't. He doesn't dawdle on that thought as he walks towards the treehouse, and with the functionalities of the Cube still well at work, it means he and Rosso can scale it with ease. They'll be using a rope ladder this time though, instead of the winding stairs Adrian built on his treehouse back in Ryslig.
Actually, it's clear this one is more hand-made. Less sturdy. Built by necessity over a long period of time, with no way to actually use proper materials or tools. And the inside is indicative of that as well, with an old cot pushed to one corner for a bed, some bags and things thrown around with Adrian's meager belongings. One side isn't even walled off, instead completely open to face the setting sun with a ragged curtain pulled over to act as a barrier. That is where Adrian chooses to sit, just barely underneath the curtain so he can still watch the sun as it goes down.
Then, he stiffens when a voice suddenly shouts from below just as they've made it up, the rope bridge rattling.]
Adriaaan! I'm comin' up!!
[He doesn't look, but Rosso is welcome to. A young boy, no older than 10, drags himself bodily up into the treehouse, smudging dirt off his cheek with the heel of one hand. His clothes are ragged and disheveled, and his turqoise hair is a right mess. His face is patchy with bandages in a few places, and he's definitely missing one of his front teeth as he grins up at Adrian...and then falters, his attention immediately on Rosso.
And he is instantly defensive, the sound of wood-on-wood finally prompting Adrian to look over as he realizes that Misha has gone to pick up a thick stick from the corner of the treehouse, brandishing it at Rosso like someone might a sword.]
Who is...who are you!?
Take it easy, kid. He's with me.
He looks like he's from the kingdom! Why is he here?!