[h3][color=7ea7d8]A Pleasant Stroll[/color][/h3]

The girl stared at the strange woman wide eyed as she offered her the feather entranced by the shimmering colors of the thing. Giggling she quickly exchanged it for her flower wondering if she could entwine it with the rest of her flowers. A quick shake of the head dispelled such a thought, just as quickly did the feather dissappear into the pocket of the girl's dress, did she welcome the warm hand of this strange woman.

[i][color=7ea7d8]'Such strange companions, but they are much more fun then the ones at home. No one ever wants to play with me this much.'[/color][/I]


Blinking slightly at the dimming light Eveline turned to look at the other figure next to her, the strange boy-girl, he had placed the lantern under his shirt to dim the light earning an approving glance from the girl as she entertained a brief though on just how warm the lantern must feel against his bare skin. Shrugging she hummed softly, finding herself linked to the the woman who smelt of spices keeping quiet, giving no sign that she would give her name, let alone speech at all. It had been many years since she had heard her own voice, wondering just how hoarse it would sound if she used it. 

Pulling on the girl's girl's hand, the flower child set off into the woods. Slightly annoyed that she couldn't see very  well but she trusted her instincts and the feel of dirt and leaves beneath her feet. After all if you couldn't trust what you felt then perhaps you were meant to be dead in the water. Unaware that the pretty blue flowers she had picked where still glowing and had attracted fireflies that started to circle around her, she giggled at the sight of them. Offering them a slight bow, she grinned further as they started to light up the area around them even more beckoning them forward.

[i][color=7ea7d8]'Like fairy lights leading the children away from home, farther and farther they roam.'[/color][/i]

The lines of a nursery song whispered through her mind. It was a well known tale in her village, the fairy lights would tease and call for children to follow to the hills and clearings where they would stumble upon the feast of fairies welcomed willingly to eat and join in the dance.

[i][color=7ea7d8]'But don't you dare eat the food, child, or taste their wine. For if you do, then they have you.'[/color][/i]

They would keep the children there forever, often switching them for their own. 

Changling.

She wondered how many times she had heard that word, all because she had preferred the forest too their school house and ball grounds. What was so wrong with wanting to play where the wild things live? To climb trees and see new heights? Too know where the berries grow and the flowers blossom? But here was different, here it was wild, there was no one to call her names or try to keep her from the trees. She could be free and live like the wild things.

Even if there were hunters, and there always were. The arrow from earlier proved it, it wasn't meant for them but for the owl that seemed to be interested in her small group or perhaps it guarded the lantern and would follow as long as they had it. The flower child almost felt sorry for the small egg trapped in the iron casing knowing too well what it was like to be placed in a box away from the joys of the forest.
 
Giggling softly she slipped her hand from the strange woman before spinning lightly in circles admit the fireflies. Their soft light glimmering off her flowers and dress. Beneath her feet were piles of leaves that stirred at her movements, catching the wind and rising higher and higher around her.