(OOC: I'm assuming that this is how they'd get into the Village C: )
“Yes, I know where I’m going Lottie!”
Keenan adjusted the burden holding tight to his back, and shook his head irritably. The
sun was beginning to shine its early, orange light into the trees; rays of gold making the
forest floor glisten. A chilly breeze caught a hold of the Lottie’s’ hair, and guided
it towards Keenan’s’ cheeks, tickling his face.
“I can see the black bird from before. We’re going in circles Keenan.” The fragile
girl spoke softly, her voice tender, and airy like a feather floating through the wind.
“We are not. It’s just following us. Go back to sleep.”
“I’m not tired.”
The girl fell silent at her brothers’ command, for she could hear the weariness in his
voice. They were both exhausted after what had occurred the night before; yet, Alette
worried for Keenan, far too much to sleep another wink. She pursued her tiny lips, and
grasped a little tuff of his snowy hair with her fingers, pulling slightly and grumbling
“Sing to the birds Lottie.”
“I don’t want to.”
“Because…” Keenan scoffed, shaking his head to pull his hair from her slender
fingers, making Alette smile slightly, and part her lips to begin her tune; which in turn
caused Keenan to smile wryly.