Forest is close, trees are far

3. Vibeke

She led Eartn down the house to her room, checking the other rooms for human creatures.
The only thing that shows itself is Tokled, whom she chases rudely. "Get out of my way." Sharpness is unnecessary, Eartn will notice. But every time she saw him, she saw a small number two hanging over his head. Another attempt that would not have been had she been born like him. The parents never said it out loud, but when the mother was faced with the question, no gentle nonsense could disguise the pause that dragged on, the fact that she didn't even deny it.
Vibeke flips through an old leather bound diary, then examines the price list. Her finger pause on the category Eartn was looking for.
Romantic works, plot fixes.
"That would be 10 euros. " She finally said.
Eartn sighed. "Isn't there a discount for acquaintances? Come on, you can't charge us the same as a strangers."
Vibeke looked at the list once more. It's getting late. They should have already left.
"9 and a half."
"9 and one quarter. "
"9 and a quarter and three cents."
Eartn paused. He squats to tie her converse, Vibeke puts the diary in a desk drawer. Everything happens too fast, and under that feeling another one is taking shape, the one that she is the slowest and all this is too hasty.
When Eartn gets up again, Vibeke already knows she agreed."I'm not paying you to sit. Eartn says shouldering her backoack."
Just then Sorgnen appears at the door. His compexion is pale, but maybe it's from the shadows. He doesn't stop to catch his breath."Vibeke! You have to come fast! "