[And wouldn't you know it, there's a young man of about twelve wandering along the routes while Molly is working her magic by her tree; though he looks a little lost by the way he's looking around at everything around him, he seems...at least comfortable enough with finding himself out the open wilderness proper. He's dressed for the occasion, too, in a long green tunic with brown pants and sensible boots — the sort of thing you might expect to see at a Renaissance Festival, though he's wearing it like he was born into it.
At his side, and a little behind, trots a Fennekin; whether or not he's noticed it yet, there's really no telling, but it's keeping a steady pace with him even so.
And the boy seems friendly enough, anyway, because when he spots Molly, he waves.]
action;
At his side, and a little behind, trots a Fennekin; whether or not he's noticed it yet, there's really no telling, but it's keeping a steady pace with him even so.
And the boy seems friendly enough, anyway, because when he spots Molly, he waves.]
Hello!