"Ha ha," I say playfully.
"Really, Iris, you got to work on that laugh of yours," counters Colt, plucking a purple-laced leaf from the elegant flower he had been studying. "What, am I too... you- ish?" I ask.
"One can never be too you- ish, especially if that you is amazingly me," replies Colt, flipping the long, flowing hair he doesn't have.
"Oh, please," I say, rolling my eyes despite the smile on my face. "We better go soon, before the sun goes down."
One glance at the sky says all it needs to tell; night will come in about ten minutes time.
"Then let's go," is all Colt says as he begins to run toward the winding, ancient path we entered the forest with.
If it weren't for the earth making the path, but old, creaking stairs, the long path would be thick with dust by now.
