[Turned halfway around to look at her grandfather for his guidance, she follows his gaze towards the slope. His reasoning is sound and she cheers happily.]
That’ll be perfect!
[Nel hops her way forward into a run to the valley in the ground. Once she reaches it, she inspects the ground itself, moving this way or that and occasionally checking on the position of the sun. She steps up the hill partway, back down, and upwards again repeatedly until she settles a couple paces from the very bottom of the hill. Turning her attention to the wind, she moves a little right, far to the left, and right two steps before she feels satisfied. There isn’t anything particular guiding her, simply a gut feeling this would be the right spot.
Waiting until her grandfather is with her at the chosen location, she asks.]
This is where the tree will live. What kind of tree should it be?
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That’ll be perfect!
[Nel hops her way forward into a run to the valley in the ground. Once she reaches it, she inspects the ground itself, moving this way or that and occasionally checking on the position of the sun. She steps up the hill partway, back down, and upwards again repeatedly until she settles a couple paces from the very bottom of the hill. Turning her attention to the wind, she moves a little right, far to the left, and right two steps before she feels satisfied. There isn’t anything particular guiding her, simply a gut feeling this would be the right spot.
Waiting until her grandfather is with her at the chosen location, she asks.]
This is where the tree will live. What kind of tree should it be?