Home Sweet Home...? [C] Jan 3, 2015 14:18:52 GMT -5
Post by Casey DeLaney on Jan 3, 2015 14:18:52 GMT -5
Casey crossed his arms and stared up at all they had accomplished. Which unfortunately, didn’t look like much. Their treehouse had a base and a small portion of a frame, which was turning out to be a frustrating step in the process. Casey rolled out the piece of fabric that Redd had drawn their plans on more than two months ago. He’d taken notes on all the steps they needed to do between the Fulsi’s rare visits, but as he stared at his handwriting, all Casey was getting was a headache.
Living out in no-man’s land had been a struggle so far. For a little while, the trio had stayed at the Safehouse, scouting for the perfect place to build the treehouse. When they’d come across a dense grove of trees with a river and a cave nearby, there was no doubt that they had found their haven. Weeks of gathering materials and living in the riverside cave had been exhausting. It had been a huge relief to actually begin work on the treehouse; to actually have wood, nails, and ropes in their hands as they worked on the tree. It was hard, complicated work. Redd had helped them figure out rigging and flying maneuvers that would make things easier, but that didn’t stop gravity from fighting them every step of the way.
“We’ll get there…” Casey sighed, rolling up the plans again. It seemed like an impossible feat, but he didn’t see another choice. The cave was an alright home for now, but it had never felt safe like a home was supposed to be. At first, he and Sascha had taken shifts all night watching for danger; at this point, when it came time to sleep, they were almost too exhausted to care.
He groaned and stretched, trying to shake the ever-present ache in his muscles. “We’ll get there,” he repeated, beginning the trek back toward the cave. It wasn’t far to the river, but there was just enough distance that the treehouse would be safe from the possibly heavy-traffic area. He crossed a few stones to reach the other side of the river, and headed for the side of the towering cliff in front of him. Concealed somewhere beneath the ivy and scrub, some of which they had added to hide it, was the narrow entrance to the cave. Casey no longer had to search around for it, but knew it from habit, and he slipped past the curtain of vines. He crouched and had to shimmy through the almost completely horizontal opening in the rocks, until he dropped a short distance into the cave, which opened up comfortably into a space that easily fit the three of them and their supplies. It was a pain to come and go, but it made the cave feel as safe as a creepy old cave could feel.
Fletcher ran up to him and grabbed his leg in a hug, and Casey laughed halfheartedly. He was so tired, but Fletcher had so much energy; but he didn’t want to be that kind of dad, who couldn’t even manage a smile or hug after a long day of work. Casey had experienced enough of that to know how it felt.
“Heya, kid,” He greeted, scooping Fletcher up in a hug. “You’re gonna love this treehouse!”
“When are we gonna get to live there?” Fletcher asked, an impatient whine in his voice. Casey didn’t blame him; he wanted to be done just as badly. “Soon, soon,” he promised, as usual, as he set the boy down again. “We got the frame started today and it didn’t collapse this time, soo…”
That was enough to satisfy Fletcher, who looked excited and ran to the entrance of the cave. “I wanna go fly over and see! I’ll be right back, promise!” The boy shifted and took off, and Casey sighed. He was smart and fast enough that Casey wasn’t completely worried, but he still wished that the boy would wait for answers before he ran off.
Exhausted, Casey collapsed onto the pile of blankets and sleeping bags that the small family was calling a bed. He closed his eyes and had almost drifted off to sleep when he heard the loud, echoing thud of someone dropping down from the cave entrance.
“Mmh… where have you been?”