Hushed Willows i’m frightened more than usual lately

where did this voice come from? he could hear a soft thump coming from its direction, but he still couldn’t see anyone. the boy continued to scan the bed of roses with no luck. seemingly out of nowhere, a small head popped through the flowers, causing him to shriek again.

aeryn was able to process her question once he got over his initial shock. oh, no mam! i-i’m no spy. he blinked questionly a few times. i mean... i don’t think i am. what’s a spy?