[She has nastier responses all picked out, mean nettling things that will make Kate frown at her, at the very least. The look on Kate's face takes some of the venom out of her, but she's not obvious about it. The biggest tell is that she isn't nasty, just turns away with a huff of breath.
Whatever, Katie.]
Leave it in your pocket. I don't want people coming out here.
[She shoulders aside a low-hanging branch and lets it slap back into place, without holding it aside for Kate.
Under the treehouse, there is a small clearing, with all the recent signs of industry. This is mostly wood shavings and stumpy rounds of logs too knotted to use. Hewing raw wood into boards without the right tools is not easy, and anyone with an eye for craft would be able to spot the roughness of the boards. If anyone pointed this out to Johanna, she would probably bite out their throat with her teeth.
She grabs hold of the first ladder peg and swings herself up, easy.]
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Whatever, Katie.]
Leave it in your pocket. I don't want people coming out here.
[She shoulders aside a low-hanging branch and lets it slap back into place, without holding it aside for Kate.
Under the treehouse, there is a small clearing, with all the recent signs of industry. This is mostly wood shavings and stumpy rounds of logs too knotted to use. Hewing raw wood into boards without the right tools is not easy, and anyone with an eye for craft would be able to spot the roughness of the boards. If anyone pointed this out to Johanna, she would probably bite out their throat with her teeth.
She grabs hold of the first ladder peg and swings herself up, easy.]
Come on. Do you know anything about pulleys?