Sun Mote Copse look, it's getting late, so either shoot us or go away

WOW this is late... i am sorry

The voice that flagged her down was one that would have been difficult to pretend she hadn’t heard. In fact, Piper thought that the whole place was probably aware of the it. Turning her attention around, the girl set her sights on a brown figure with glittering green eyes. The tone of the younger girl’s voice had been surprising for her age. Piper wasn’t yet a year, but she had some time on this squirt. Besides, what kind of business did she have running around after strangers and shrieking at them?
 
“Uh… to walk through?” she answered in a tone that suggested the response should have been obvious enough to never have asked in the first place. “What do you want?” Piper then turned back around on the other with a pointed stare. Her brows were knitted tightly over her pale moon gaze. She was unappreciative of the third degree from the brownie scout.