When no reply was heard, Emma sighed and sat back down on the ground next to her fallen rake. It was then that she'd realised that she'd left all her potion ingredients in the city. "Oh bollocks!" She exclaimed loudly, slamming one clenched fist down onto the grassy surface. She then leaned back and lay herself down, her legs following through and propping up for a few seconds before they too, collapsed flat onto the floor. As she lay back on the grass like a plank, she closed her eyes and relaxed, humming a joyful tune. Little did she know of the danger that was about to come upon her. She sat up quickly when she realised she was being addressed. She gazed upon the man with white hair, standing swiftly and grinning. "Oh, this is your land? Oh I'm sorry. Very lovely grass you have here. It's nice and soft and it seems to be a pleasant location," she rambled cheerfully. She suddenly heard another voice, one of which was familiar to her. Emma turned and gasped in delight. "Faye! Fancy seeing you here!" She said as she ran up to her, giggling.