Radley the stable girl looks pleased. Others aren't, though they tend more towards unsure than angry or afraid. He is big and there's that new story about what happened just last night, and they're not Lashan to have a sense for how young he really is. Galli doesn't seem bothered by the idea though, which helps. Still, girls are dropping away from the closer end of the rope, leaving one to awkwardly offer it in both hands. This side, apparently.

"I'll be on your team," Galli decides immediately. "I'm not getting yanked off my feet! Have you played tug-of-war before? You're trying to get the first person on the other side dragged over the line but it's really just about the pulling. And that is fun, you'll see." There was a line drawn in the mud but it's so well trampled as to be indistinct.

The burned girl turns her head a bit, trying to hide her bad side from a stranger. A number of the littler kids have clustered around her, tugging her skirt and babbling. "How strong are you, Mister Boy?" She winces a little the moment she says that, mister boy, but she can't take it back. Keep talking, move on! With her twisted lip her speech is a little unclear. "It should be as even as possible. Can we start with... six girls opposite you?"

Several small children volunteer immediately. Hesri is forced to amend. "Six big girls and one little one to start." They'll all get lined up pretty quickly.