The ungu girl came back with the basket he had asked her for
in tow, a huge one woven from the palms of treehatches. Seph maneuvered the rope properly around the pulley, then began to feed the slack through, lowering the knot down to her. The girl held up the basket and winced a little when the fingers unwrapped themselves from their handle-shape and grasped the knot.
Once he managed to pull the basket up, Seph shoveled the books into it with one hand, using the other to keep the basket in place, and measure its weight. Once it obtained a pretty hefty heaviness, Seph began to lower the whole basket down, while the ungu girl waited with arms outstretched. She managed to catch and hold onto the thing easily, the basket being as big as it was, and easy for her hands; then Seph began climbing down the ladder, checking his distance from the ground frequently and noting that the girl was having trouble disengaging the palms from the rope.
"Let go," she was hissing at it, and finally she added, "please?"
To no effect. Finally she began poking the reaching palms furiously, turning their pleasant goldish color green and purple, and Seph quickly scrambled the rest of the rungs and grabbed her hand to keep her from damaging the basket further.
"Quit that! Just tug the bases of them backward —" He demonstrated by pulling at the knots and knuckles of the reaching strands, causing them to stiffen and loosen and fall back to their handle shape. The ungu girl watched and then flushed with embarrassment.
"Oh...okay...sorry."
"It's fine," he told her, and handed the basket back. She held it in her arms, looking down into their spines and pages rather than back at his face, and he reached beneath his scarf and rubbed the ever-cold back of his neck.
"Um...just let me know if you need more on spe...those books," he said, and she nodded slightly.
Once he managed to pull the basket up, Seph shoveled the books into it with one hand, using the other to keep the basket in place, and measure its weight. Once it obtained a pretty hefty heaviness, Seph began to lower the whole basket down, while the ungu girl waited with arms outstretched. She managed to catch and hold onto the thing easily, the basket being as big as it was, and easy for her hands; then Seph began climbing down the ladder, checking his distance from the ground frequently and noting that the girl was having trouble disengaging the palms from the rope.
"Let go," she was hissing at it, and finally she added, "please?"
To no effect. Finally she began poking the reaching palms furiously, turning their pleasant goldish color green and purple, and Seph quickly scrambled the rest of the rungs and grabbed her hand to keep her from damaging the basket further.
"Quit that! Just tug the bases of them backward —" He demonstrated by pulling at the knots and knuckles of the reaching strands, causing them to stiffen and loosen and fall back to their handle shape. The ungu girl watched and then flushed with embarrassment.
"Oh...okay...sorry."
"It's fine," he told her, and handed the basket back. She held it in her arms, looking down into their spines and pages rather than back at his face, and he reached beneath his scarf and rubbed the ever-cold back of his neck.
"Um...just let me know if you need more on spe...those books," he said, and she nodded slightly.
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