“Oh, Ailsa!” Ewart exclaimed when she swam into upside-down view, trailed after by a cluster of lights like a brood of ducklings. Her name had come back to him, then, without him having to wrack his brains; that was rather hopeful.
He might have attempted to embrace her, if he were not clinging so tightly to the branches, but as it were broke into a smile. “Fancy seeing you here,” he returned, and could not quite work out why she was ambling through the forest at this point - where were the other contestants? was the race over? - but before he could inquire Ewart finally digested her question. “Oh, no, I don’t think so. I haven’t the faintest idea. Perhaps it was that squirrel of yours,” he joked, his eyes darting over to where he had briefly spotted the creature.
Now he did feel a little woozy, though. Perhaps it was the head-wound. First things first, then. “I think I may have to get out of this tree somehow.”
He might have attempted to embrace her, if he were not clinging so tightly to the branches, but as it were broke into a smile. “Fancy seeing you here,” he returned, and could not quite work out why she was ambling through the forest at this point - where were the other contestants? was the race over? - but before he could inquire Ewart finally digested her question. “Oh, no, I don’t think so. I haven’t the faintest idea. Perhaps it was that squirrel of yours,” he joked, his eyes darting over to where he had briefly spotted the creature.
Now he did feel a little woozy, though. Perhaps it was the head-wound. First things first, then. “I think I may have to get out of this tree somehow.”
