Golden Glade Words Unspoken

They bumped into him; he didn't know who. But they woke him up, and as tight as he screwed his eyes shut, as hard as he tried to fall back into the warm and dream clutches of sleep, he found that he couldn't and with a loud grumble, opened his bright blue eyes and glared at the world. Or, at least, after he finished blinking to allow his eyes to adjust to the new lighting. Hawthorn rose, eyes narrowed at his two sisters before rising to take in the pale stranger in the room. He didn't know her, he didn't think, and so she was a threat - he shot her a fierce scowl, then opened his maw and somehow said, "Stop," to his siblings. Hawthorn paused, brows creasing into a cute frown, before a small grin tugged at his lips and he repeated the single word, "Stop."

"Haw....thorn...? Haw..thorn...play......play!"