Falls

Nephilim seemed to hesitate over his answer to Foxglove’s question, and though the more innocent sister didn’t seem to notice, Firethorn’s expression creased slightly as she pondered why a question so simple required such thought before he spoke. She was suspicious, wary that this stranger might be trying to hide something.

At last he seemed to settle on his answer, however, and revealed that the Forest was his birthplace, though not during Olaf’s reign it seemed. Firethorn and Foxglove were too young to remember Lyden, since Olaf had moved in around the time that they were born according to what they knew from their father’s comments.

At Nephilim’s acceptance of Foxglove’s offer, however, the quieter sister grinned happily. She was pleased to think of their new friend coming to visit them in the Prairie and getting to know them better. Firethorn seemed less excited, but she could tell that her sister was enthusiastic about the idea and so she offered him a small smile of her own.

“We should probably get going,” Firethorn replied, speaking on behalf of both sisters.

She turned to go, ready to see a little more of the Crossing before their father came back to find them and bring them home. She glanced at Foxglove, however, who looked reluctant to leave, though she followed her sister’s lead as ever and began to turn away. Firethorn rolled her eyes a little, but took pity on her sibling and glanced back at Nephilim.

“You can come and explore with us for a while,” she offered. “If you want to.”

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