Golden Glade à travers la forêt de nos cœurs

As she walked along, she found herself slowly coming to terms with the world around her. Nothing extreme, nothing like an instaneous shift, but just the thought that maybe things would work out the way they were supposed to. The seed of an idea had begun to take root in the fertile soil that was her mind, and for all the imagery therein she wondered if she could make a go of braving her way out to the plateau again.

Of course, those thoughts were dashed to bits when a small voice reached out to her, and her gaze wheeled around on the boy. The ease that had been on her face was quickly replaced for lines of tension; her brow furrowed as she tried to recall his name, but nothing came. He had come with Rannoch and Liffey, that was all she remembered. One of their younger brood and a stark reminder that her mother would be providing them with more in the weeks to come. Her steps halted.

"Hi," she answered back. Phoebe let her gaze roam past him to the forest, wondering if perhaps one or both of his parents lurked beyond. As much as she wanted to shirk away and live to be unbothered for another day, she couldn't afford to be rude if eyes were watching. "What are you doing out here all alone?" She opted to play pleasantries until she determined otherwise, curious whether or not this one had a minder.

no problem. if you're busy, you're busy.