𓍊𓋼𓍊𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖚𝖓𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜𝖓𓍊𓋼𓍊

・𓋼𝕳𝖆𝖗𝖉 𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊𝖘 𝖆𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕳𝖚𝖘𝖐𝖎𝖓❜ 𝕭𝖊𝖊𓋼・

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the crisp morning wind whistled through the trees, and the smell of wet wood and dry grass grazed the area. as the sound of geese and crickets fills the air. the group followed the trail till the crack of dawn. Greg supplying with background noise as he held on to the hand of the (h/c) girl beside him, in his other arm his frog.

"It's almost morning. We should've found a town by now." wirt stated in a worried tone"This—is the way the Woodsman told us to go, right?" he asked the two. (y/n) answered"I mean, this was the only actual path. unless you wanted to go back into those woods," she said with a slight grimace at the end.

"Have you guys been listening to anything I've been saying? For the last couple of hours, I've been saying pfft pffft pffft" Greg said as he continued to make fart noises with his mouth, causing a smile to grace the (h/c) girl's lips"Well, that settles it I'm gonna walk up ten feet ahead of you" wirt replied, causing the (e/c) eyed girl to erupt into giggles because of his reaction "don't worry Greg I think that your fart noises are very helpful" she replied with a smile.

in all honesty, their dynamic reminded (y/n) of how she and her older brother used to interact when they were little, and she couldn't help but look back in amusement. she could practically recall a similar scenario, where she was just being a little kid. Impulsive and ignorant and Eliot (acting like a teenage drama queen) said it was "embarrassing". those memories and feelings of nostalgia caused a sad smile to paint her lips. the sooner she got out of this mess the sooner she could see him again.

"Help!" a voice suddenly called out stopping the girl's rambling thoughts "I'm stuck!" the voice called out again" I hear something!" Greg called out after his brother "It's probably nothing" wirt dismissed"Hey, look." he called out "Pottsfeild, one mile" he read out loud "A town! Let's go this way!" he exclaimed in excitement "Alright. Let's go this way" Greg replied turning in the opposite direction, (y/N) in toe calling after him to not wander off.

Greg continued ahead calling out for the voice stopping in front of a bush "hello?" he called out, and suddenly the bush started rustling"Hey, you!" the voice beckoned again" Who, me?" Greg turned to the bush "Yeah, you!" the bush replied, peeking his head inside of the bramble bush, below and behold, a little bluebird

"Oh, hello!" Greg greeted cheerfully "It's you again" the bluebird started " I'm stuck. Help me out of here and I'll owe you a favor!" she stated flapping her small wings in a desperate attempt to get free"Woah, I get a wish?" Greg claimed excitedly."No-no-no, not a wish. I'm not magical. I'll just do you a good turn." the bluebird explained, "Can you turn me into a tiger?" Greg asked "Uh, no—I just said I'm not magical." the bird deadpanned"It doesn't have to be a magical tiger." Greg insisted with a light frown.

wirt approached him from behind (y/n) beside him "Greg, stop talking to a bush." wirt deadpanned in a weirded-out tone, Greg unbothered by his brother's comment replied with a simple "OK" helping the bluebird out of the bush, (y/n) gasped in acknowledgment while wirt hummed in confusion " Thanks! I owe you a favor, so, um you three are lost kids with no purpose in life, right?" "uh-huh" Greg replied, both (y/n) and wirt grimacing at her last comment"How about I bring you to Adelaide of the Pasture, the Good Woman of the Woods?" she asked with a flourish" She can help you get home" the bluebird explained while Greg "ooooooh'd" in amazement

"No, no. No, no. No-no-no-no-no." denied the idea with an incredulous tone, shaking his hands "magic, talking birds, leading us to fairy godmothers, in a mysterious-" he stopped for a second then turned on his heels"-I'm going to Pottsfield" with that he started walking off the two other children not following too far behind "Yeah! We're going to Pottsfield!" Greg exclaimed in a jovial tone, (y/n) taking his hand in hers as they followed after wirt "Come on!" the young boy beckoned"What about the favor?" the bluebird asked impatiently" I'll think of my wish later." he replied simply causing the bird to let out a groan.