Smile upon a Tree

[color=333333]It didn't really matter, as Max had already beaten her to it.

He was sitting on a branch more or less directly over the path, long legs kicking idly back and forth and grayish wings fluttering every so often to help him keep his balance. The girl was standing by the trunk of his tree, and he was afraid she would climb it and make everything all uncomfortable.

Max slung his legs back up on the branch, easily lowering himself until his curly hair was swaying gently in the breeze and his head was the same height as the girls. He was a scarce foot away from her, now, and he crooked his fingers in a wave at her. "'Hello." He added after some thought, to make sure she got that he was greeting her. [/color]

[color=333333]Max nodded slightly, finding the motion to be slightly difficult when you're hanging upside down. Ah, conversation. He relaxed his legs, letting go of the branch and slowly flying down to earth on his wings.
He'd had to ruin his shirt to get them to poke out, cut huge slits in it and everything. But he supposed it was worth it... He'd never gotten a chance to exercise them back home.

He walked over to the girl, tilting his head and looking at her curiously. "I'm out, you can climb it now." He offered in what he hoped was a polite manner, turning the faintest shade of pink at the very real possibility that she'd simply been waiting for him to climb down so she could have a turn. Although, quite honestly, she didn't seem the type to be scrambling up trees, anyway...

He dropped down on a conveniently placed boulder, flashing a bright smile over at her. "Me name's Max. Are you new here?"[/color]

[color=333333]Max raised an eyebrow, shrugging lightly. "I've only been here a few days meself. Seems I'm the only one new around here."

"Pleasure, Isabelle." Isabelle was his sister's name, and she hated the nickname so much he didn't even think before calling the girl by her full name.
"I'm already off, anyway," He glanced up at the tree for a few seconds, shoving his hands into the pockets of his too-big pants carelessly. It was cold out, at least by his standards, and he shivered lightly through his jacket. How he hated winter... [/color]