He backed up as she got closer, readying himself to run if she decided to come too close and stab him or something. When she questioned him about messing with fire, something inside the teen warned him that somehow she knew, and whether it was because she had caught him playing with it or word had finally gotten around, he had an inkling he was in deep trouble if he didn’t play off innocent.
❝Messing with fire? I wasn’t - there wasn’t any - it was all leaves, really.❞ He shrugged and hastily looked around for leaves that were golden in color only to have himself disappointed. He looked back to the girl and shrugged at her question, hoping to point it back towards her.
❝I’m running errands, why are you alone in the woods?❞ He shot back, the look on her face somewhat hinting him to go away and save himself from probable horrors.
There weren't many golden or charred leaves around, if at all. Aside from him thinking she was a little girl, did he think she was blind as well? No matter, she'll just keep her thoughts to herself, for now. Her goal wasn't to prove him wrong or anything. Well, okay, maybe it was. "It's just so sunny on the streets," she said with a hefty sigh. It wasn't a lie; at least unlike him, she didn't say something as stupid as leaves. "I'm taking the long way through the woods to get to the next town over without getting sunburned; I have sensitive skin." A voice of woefulness. "What kind of errands require leaves, though?" Erica knew what she saw—and it was definitely not leaves. The girl knew a fire when she saw one.
