Cedar Sweep whatever it is you're seeking won't come in the form you're expecting

She had headed further, beyond the Falls of the Hinterlands, further into Cedar Sweep. It was there, a scent caught her nose, accompanied by the noise of breath. The scent pulled her feet like an invisible magnet, pacing towards the direction in which it lead her. It was the scent of a boy, a child, she believed. It was not far before she found him there. 

A little boy, pale with darker spots here and there, uniquely colored. Here is where the noise of breath came from; he seemed worn, as if having ran a marathon only moments prior. Why would a child be this tired out? She did not know him, and yet, her heart wrenched at the sight of this child, alone and seemingly exhausted. 

Chanel treaded closer- (and although with some she would keep a further distance,) because he was only a child, she came very near to him, unafraid. Her light and pleasant voice interrupted the quiet of nature. "Dear, oh, are you alright? Where are your parents?" Concern and kindness, flowing from each word that passed her lips.