King Elk Forest Tinker Tailor, Soldier Sailor

The more Giancarlo looked around, the more locusts he saw littering the landscape— each adding more and more validity to Primo's theory. Correct or not however, Primo's constant patronizing attitude throughout the trip had grown grating -- though he was family (and the bond between father and son was something nearly unshakable), Giancarlo was nearly at wits end with it. He rolled his eyes in response, yet before he courld respond with a snappy lash of the tongue, they were joined by Giancarlo's youngest daughter, Carlotta.

Giancarlo sighed and tore his gaze away from his father to draw his attention to his daughter: his angular features softening significantly in the process. She spoke truth, and though merely a teenager, she was wise beyond her years, unlike the other two of Giancarlo's little hellions. 

"Lotti..." He spoke, voice soft. "I told you to stay with the rest of the family." He shook his head. She, along with her siblings, were meant to stay  at their temporary camp until Giancarlo and Primo returned. It seemed, like most of the Ferretti clan, she had trouble following the rules Giancarlo had outlined.