Climbing Trees : In 100 Words

I eyed the dazzling tree cautiously. "How can you climb them? I'm afraid I'll slip."

"Yes, well, carefully, I'd say. And there are no thorns, but gems have sharp edges, yeah?" She grinned, grabbed a low branch and using a kind of elegant momentum, propelled herself up and over until she was crouching three spans high. The tree shook gently, emitting musical tones as multi-faceted leaves collided.

She peered down at me, brows lifted expectantly. "Your turn now."

I held serious reservations regarding my ability to repeat her moves. But then, she had not said it must be done gracefully.