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."

[daughterdragon]

"Because I don't know how we came."

[grownlikeaweed]

"Oh. Are Ma and Da here?"

[daughterdragon]

"No."

[grownlikeaweed]

"Oh." A tad sullen still, but not sure what to do next.

[daughterdragon]

"Okay? And I didn't know where you were."

[grownlikeaweed]

"I was home on the farm until a minute ago." He DIDN'T DO ANYTHING WRONG, Ceri. He would like this noted.

[daughterdragon]

"Was I there?"

[grownlikeaweed]

"Yes," with the longsuffering tone of someone who's said this already. "We were playing, and you were supposed to find me."

[daughterdragon]

"I've been gone for three weeks."

[grownlikeaweed]

"I'm not lying!"

[daughterdragon]

Seriously frustrated now. "Well, you have to be."

[grownlikeaweed]

He half wants to cry from frustration, but young men do not do such things, so instead he flushes a bit red and said, "Why would I tell such a dumb lie?"

[daughterdragon]

"I don't know!"

[grownlikeaweed]

"Oh, just leave me be." Everything's wrong, and he doesn't know what to do.

[daughterdragon]

"Fine!"