As she stood on the sturdy branch, Fiorella spread her arms and let out a soft chuckle.
"[I am afraid, my dear, that even you may find it a challenge to coax me down from these heights. You should learn how to fly, perhaps.]"
She caught the 'apple' in her teeth and crouched down. Gripping the branch firmly with her left hand, she slowly descended. In this reflexive gesture, she unwittingly displayed her unnatural Outcast strength; her left hand could support her entire weight and lower her down - slowly, controllably, and comfortably. There were no signs of any straining in her face. It felt as casual as lifting a cup of tea.
However, it took only a couple of seconds before she descended into his arms and 'allowed' him to catch her and set her on the ground. Once her feet touched the earth, she smiled, took a bite of her 'apple', and continued towards her estate.
"[During our excursion to Houston, I almost paid a visit the rooftop of our hotel. I believe it would be quite feasible from the balcony.]"
Her body language was relaxed, more active, in motion, and full of energy. She had left her image of the icy, calculating queen in orbit – or at least concealed it quite skillfully.
