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Hunter was at first confused, but then when Willow released his foot and he swung higher, oh it was worth it! He laughed as she jumped on the swing, standing up on it. "My dad won't let me do that," he said, "it's dangerous and if you fall you can get hurt." But this was a squirrel girl. She could turn into a squirrel and not get hurt! Couldn't she. His little face brightened in curiosity. "Are you a flying squirrel?"

Sterling caught the blue light when Clock nodded and frowned briefly. Why would anyone glow blue? It knocked out about half the supernatural creatures he knew about and was comparing the man to. And it still left him with no ability to pinpoint who or what the man was. Not one to give up, he headed over to his son and the girl on the swings.

"Either of you need a push?" he asked, having seen Hunter losing momentum from his initial push--pull?

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"Tha's why ya' don't fall, silly!" Willow said, as if it truly was as simply as that. Of course, she'd had her fair share of falls, and occasionally they'd been a bit nasty. It had never turned her away from climbing and leaping trough trees, though.

"I fly sometimes," the girl boasted, though she really only meant that she could jump quite far from one tree to another. She had never heard of a flying squirrel, nor come across one; to her, squirrels were simply squirrels.

She leaned back particularly far in her swing and locked her legs in the chain. Both a bit stronger and lighter than she appeared, the girl pulled herself up a little from where her hands stayed on the chain, allowing her to keep just high enough to avoid scraping against the ground as she flipped upside-down. Less impressively, she managed to keep her bottom firmly on the seat as it twisted with her, and somehow she kept her enormous tail out of harm the entire time. Her laughter was nearly a shriek.

Willow still managed to not only hear the man who approached, but to even twist the chain just a little further to lift her face to him. The chain squeezed a bit too tight though, she she flipped back upright and bent her back enough to reduce the jolt of dropping at the end when the chain fully straightened. She wrapped her tail around her as she resumed swinging normally, and gave the man a bright smile as she said, "No f'anks!"

Glancing back to Hunter, she then added, "Bu' maybe fer him."