[Connor watches her climb for a moment or two in a clinical way. He's been climbing all his life -- first the trees and ridges in Kanatahséton, and then the buildings in Boston and New York -- and so it's become somewhat instinctive for him. Just by looking at her, he can tell she's not as used to it as him, but she is used to the height.
It's interesting.
When she's halfway up, Connor looks over and takes a different route along the wall. He doesn't want to show her up or anything like that, but he still has a goal in mind. It's politeness that draws him up along decorative embellishments instead of the more direct route she's taking.]
I have been trained in it. For years. [He pulls himself up to the top of a buttress, crouching on the balls of his feet.] I've never seen a castle like this before, but walls are all the same.
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It's interesting.
When she's halfway up, Connor looks over and takes a different route along the wall. He doesn't want to show her up or anything like that, but he still has a goal in mind. It's politeness that draws him up along decorative embellishments instead of the more direct route she's taking.]
I have been trained in it. For years. [He pulls himself up to the top of a buttress, crouching on the balls of his feet.] I've never seen a castle like this before, but walls are all the same.