Gerren climbed down, hanging off the high branch before letting go, bypassing the lower branch and landing on his feet without a worry. He looked to the others and shrugged,
"Strong legs," he said before looking back up to Asia. The young prince looked down around him, watching everyone else jump down. He was nowhere near as brave. "Come on, jump down, I'll catch you," said Gerren. Asia didnt reply, shuffling around, trying to find the safest way down. He couldn't find any.
"Uhhmm... I'm ok here I think," he said.
"No you're not, come on, it's safe, I've got you," said his guardian who held out his arms for the boy. Eventually, slowly, Asia slid one leg off, then the other, looking below before dropping. His clothes snagged and tore on a branch, causing him to tumble, Gerren barely caught him as he fell face first, toppling over backwards hitting his feet on the dirt. The boys eyes were wide with fear as he shook, and grabbed hold of his guardian. "Ah look at your clothes," said Gerren. "The royal tailor will have a fit when he sees this." The boy was dressed in a rich red shalwar kameez, accented with gold embroidery. The cost of it was astronomical. Gerren wore something similar, though less ornate and more black.