Um.

[grownlikeaweed]

"...Ceri? Ceri, it's not funny anymore. You win, alright?" The young man who emerges from the bushes has a smudge on his nose, some leaves in his hair, and is just old enough to begin to get lanky. "...hello?" He frowns and looks around. "Shoot."

I couldn't resist. Pedr, Ceri's younger brother and the son of Peredur and Cimorene. He's

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[daughterdragon]

"Oh, finally."

[grownlikeaweed]

"Ceri!" He runs up. "You didn't find me. Where is this?"

[daughterdragon]

"I found you now. Stupid. You just wander off anywhere!"

[grownlikeaweed]

"It's the game not to be found. But this ain't the farm."

[iamnotelphie]

Here, Pedr, have a green girl! Who's looking at Pedr with some bemusement and a grin. "Hi there."

[grownlikeaweed]

"Um, hello." He makes a little bow. "I'm sorry. If this is your place. I don't know how I got here."

[tame_lion]

"Oh-- hello!"

[grownlikeaweed]

"Oh, hullo." He smiles a little. "You're here too." Yes, Pedr. Well spotted.

[perpetual_youth]

If there's a kid in trouble and Perpetua is around, there's no doubt that she'll try to help. And fortunately, she is around, taking her senior bulldog Benny for a walk around the grounds when she notices Pedr. "Are you lost?"

[grownlikeaweed]

"No. Well, maybe." He tries to brush some leaves out of his hair. "I was hiding from my sister, but this wasn't where I was hiding."

[perpetual_youth]

"It seems like that happens a lot," she says with a frown. "Who's your sister? You can check inside for her, if you'd like to."

[grownlikeaweed]

"Ceri. She's a little taller'en me," though not for long the way he's growing, "with red hair."

[tillallgraces]

Giulietta's enjoying the sunshine, weaving a garland of flowers plucked from the grass and the trees, and tilts her head at the newfound young man. "God ye good day, sir!" she chirps, curtseying as best she can while sitting in the grass. "Lost you your way?"

[grownlikeaweed]

"A little. I was at home, on the farm, and then... well, now I'm here."

[tillallgraces]

"O," she says softly, brow furrowing, but then she brightens again. "Travelers turned 'round have but to turn again. An you keep your wits at hand, sir, no misfortune shall befall you. And mayhap 'tis no matter; perchance you may find the company here pleasing."

[grownlikeaweed]

"Yes, ma'am. Thank you." As this seems to be the thing to say.