Cedar Sweep If she can do it, why can't I?

"Yeah, but you look like a dirty rag," Elfie argued, though he knew immediately that this was the most ill-suited argument of them all. As if the state of one's clothes had ever detained anyone from romping around. Half of Firebirds' hatchlings were covered from head to toe in mud, dirt and substances that either do not have name or should not be named after a long and adventurous day and no one could stop them from going out again. 

"And you are a kid and you can't be alone," Elfie told her with an aura of adult, though he was probably not that much older than her. "Where are your parents?" he pressed on and walked around the girl so that an exit route for her was not available.

When he failed to squeeze out any coherent answer from the girl, Elfie stopped trying and went home.