Andrew looked up from his his post in the tree he’d just settled into moments ago before sniffing the air lightly.
It was familiar but there was no way it could be her. She couldn’t have wandered back into Never Land. Maybe the merpeople were playing tricks on him. They’d done it before.
He let his fingernails morph into claws and stayed hidden. If those merbitches wanted to trap him again it wouldn’t be with out a fight.
"Hello?" she called out, "Anyone there?" Prim didn’t see anyone, it seemed as if the place was abandoned. Prim was now wandering, completely lost at this point. "Great. Lost and alone." she muttered under her breath. Eventually she found a tree, Prim looked around, for something sharp to mark it with. It would work perfectly as a landmark for her to trace her steps. After finding a stone, she took the stone and marked it with an ‘x’.
She felt a feeling of nostalgia flow through her bones as she looked around her surroundings. Prim’s footsteps echoed ever so slightly, as she was being sure to be light-footed. As she took a moment to try and recognize her surroundings she heard another set of feet, not too far away. She went off in search of them.
"because the gunshot isn’t that bad. That peacekeeper had no aim."
"First off it’s a gunshot wound, second off no aim is not good."
”Because..you wouldn’t understand.”
"And why do you think that?"
I’m quite lost a good majority of the time, so a little direction would be nice.”
"Well seems to me you’re right by the school yard, now I can walk you home if you need me to."
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"Why won’t you let me help you?"
"Look I’m fine, its just a little cold that’s all. I’m Vick Hawthorne and I can handle anything!"
"You’re just as stubborn as your older brothers."