Strangers in strange places

Crows sounded overhead as Bowen gave off a soft groan. She'd hurt her nose a bit on her landing. "I'm sorry," she murmured before pushing herself to her paws and sliding over the belly of the prone brute much like a seal so that she could get all four paws on the opposite side of him. Bowen gave her small frame a shake and turned to look at the speckled boy. She could sense the irritation and even if she couldn't, his words belied the feeling. A soft huff ghosted past pale pink nares. "I was looking at the trees. They look like reaching fingers," she pointed out before her viridescent gaze narrowed. "Do you often roll around in the middle of pathways?"

Giving her head a shake, the dainty fae moved further away. The deeper the woods went, the darker they became. Parting ways with the boy, Bowen followed a path to the left. She walked for a short time until she saw an opening which led her to... Giving her head a tilt, Bo looked upon the irritating boy once more. The path had led her right back to the same place.

"Bowen"