When he calls me pretty, I feel like somebody

The young girl moved freely through the underbrush, her head tilted as she looked up at the trees. Curiosity blooms in her chest as she looks at the tangled branches. A part of her wants to spring up and climb the trees, eager to find out as much as she can about them. Lea pauses in her journey, ears tipping back as she hears the sound of feet falling in the distance. She turns her body towards the sound. Melodic voice ringing out as she asks.

"Who's there?" A soft accent hung onto her words, as she waited for whatever to show itself. Gods know it could just be a squirrel or something. But if it was someone who could provide her with company, and perhaps a little time where she isn't alone she would be happy.

"Talk"