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- We ran up the narrow stairs. Hork-Bajir did not fear heights. Up the stairs, across the barrens, feeling the slope grow ever more steep. Up through the mist. And then, still at a run, my head rose through the mist and saw the first tree.
- Huge! It was a curved wall, a monstrous Stoola tree. My hearts leaped. I ran straight for it. Cassie ran. The Hork-Bajir ran. Andalite, human, Hork-Bajir all become one in the excitement of running, running, then leaping up, digging blades into the soft bark.
- I was climbing. The experience that was so strange for an Andalite had been so strange for me for so long and was now so familiar.
- To my surprise the human Cassie was both afraid of the growing height and, at a deeper level, strangely comfortable racing up toward the lowest branches a hundred feet or more up the trunk.
- Of course. I should have realized: the arms that hinge through three hundred and sixty degrees, the strong hands with opposable thumbs, the feet with vestigial fingers.
- <You humans are a brachiating species?> I asked.
- <Of course. Our ancestors, the species that came before humans evolved, lived in the trees.>
- <I felt that you were more at peace than an Andalite would have been.>
- <Yeah, as long as we don't fall.>
- <Hork-Bajir do not fall from the trees.>
- Up and up, toes and blades biting the bark, racing straight toward "Father Sky."
- <These are some seriously big trees,> Marco said. <This one tree could be lawn furniture for the entire country.>
- <Why are we climbing?> Rachel asked. <I mean, we want to go somewhere, right? Not just straight up?>
- <This is the way to travel here,> I reassured them. <Go up to go left or right.>
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