Silverlight Terrace it has wealth and gold, but it's fragile and old

The paws stilled. Weejay's eyes were wide as she looked up in shaking fear, realizing this is what Eljay had always warned her about. She shouldn't have run, she shouldn't have left Firebirds, and now she was going to be snatched up and eaten by a wood-witch just like her poor daddy had always feared..

A hiccup of terror exposed the girl wholly, who then pressed her back to the bough in response to the voice that, in any other situation, would have seemed soothing. Weejay was not normally so scared of strangers, but it was nearly dark, her grandparents were dead, and emotions in that moment were frazzled and running high. She did not answer the stranger, but knew the jig was up given her hiccup had sounded like gunshot through the quiet forest.

Weejay didn't bother to remain still a second longer. She grabbed the rock buried between the roots at her feet and flung it some fifteen feet the other way in distraction, and then she was off like a bolt through the woods. Away from this 'dangerous' stranger, away from it all.