One hundred paces each. He grinned at the memory, gazing affectionately at Serenity. They had, as she said, always been close. Maybe the closest of the group. She'd been the little sister he'd never had, although their ages were roughly the same, and he'd practically been her brother. Their families had been friends, way back before the two of them were born, and he and Serenity had grown up together. Closer than close.<br/><br/>He scrambled to his feet, pulling her up with him, noticing how slight she was as he did. Was she taking care of herself? He frowned. She probably didn't need him babying her, but suddenly Robbie was very glad that he'd returned to Cherryville. And bumped into his oldest friend.<br/><br/>"One hundred paces?" he smiled "but with little kid feet!" They stood at the end of the pier. "Go on then!" he laughed, watching her look at him. Serenity had always been the bolder of the two, he the quiet one, and he gave her a little shove in the back to get her started. Together they stumbled through the forest, trying to take baby steps through the foliage, until they came to the tree.<br/><br/>"Holy fuck" Robbie mumbled to himself. "How is it still here?!" He knelt, examining the trunk, looking. "I can't see it" he said over his shoulder, "but then again we did cut it with Atti's crappy penknife didn't we. That thing was so....." And then he paused. His fingers had found something very familiar and he grinned. "Here" he said softly to Serenity "look".