the sorting hat

*bombards!*

Eilidh may have pretended to be asleep, to not hear her brother's words, but she heard. She let him slip away from her without responding, but as soon as he was out of earshot, she stood and followed him, slipping between the branches of their glen, and traipsing behind him happily. She was trying for stealthy, and with her slim stature, it was working...mostly. Thank goodness for the windy day, otherwise he would have heard her immediately.

When he paused and whispered in awe, Eilidh decided it was time. She crouched low, her butt swayed side to side, and she coiled her muscles until ready...and POUNCE! She laughed, barreled into him and they both went tumbling. She was unaware of the presence of any others, and simply enjoyed her brother's presence. They were much bigger now and while they could be misconstrued as young adults, they were still very much children.