#8 - cold fingers

She was too busy looking at the ground that she did not even look up to find anything that did not grow low to the earth.
With a sharp yell of surprise she jumped backwards when something hit her on the head.
She looked down at her feet to see the pear mush while rubbing the spot on her head that had been hit.

"Ouch.", she murmured.
Looking up she spotted the trees full of primpears and looked at them frozen to the ground for a solid second before realising that they could be collected for ingredients.

She spotted a viable one up in the tree beside her and was tempted to accio it down from there but she knew ingredients and magic at the wrong moment did not mix well.
Putting her bag down and folding her robe and scarf on top of it so she would not get it caught in the branches she walked around the tree to look for the easiest way to climb towards the ripe pear.

Reena was glad she lived close to a forest and having had the chance to climb trees before on family outings. She would not have seen the branch that was within jumping-distance for her to grab as a safe option to climb towards the pear.
At first try she did not get a good enough grasp on the tree, the bark feeling cold and a little damp which made it slippery, so she had to jump again.

As soon as she got a good grip on the branch she started hoisting herself up, using her feet to walk up most of her body until she could swing her leg around the branch she was holding onto and pull herself into a sitting position with the branch safely between her legs and facing the trunk.
Now all she had to do was grab the next branch so she could get a safe stance on the branch she was sitting on.
Reena soon found a reliable on and once she stood she could stretch herself around the tree enough to reach the branch with the pear she had seen from below.
She carefully moved her hands along it until she could bend it towards her and reach the primpear.
Pulling it off was easy enough and she let the branch snap back into its place.

Looking around she decided one would be enough, she did not have accute need for primpears and the only potion she could think of right off the bat that needed a pear was the freeze potion. Perhaps she would try her luck on that one when she found the time- or need to improve on that.

She took the stalk of the pear inbetween her teeth so she could climb down safely and without squashing the pear.
Once dangling from the lowest branch she let go and landed on the ground. After a few staggering motions she found her footing and returned to her bag, putting the wild primpear she had collected safely away and putting on her robe and scarf again, happy for what little warmth was still on them.

Looking around she realised she had lost sight of Dawson and decided she would leave the area. Perhaps she could find the rest of the ingredients needed for her kit somewhere warmer.