who; @kibble-and-kickflips . ♡ where; Some trails in the woods .
Even for a girl that’s memorized these trails, she still finds herself discovering new ones every time she traipses them. Walking always takes on an air of wandering whenever she’s outside, especially in the woods she’s known since she was small. These ones aren’t on the Isle, the ones of Allie’s childhood, but they’re one of the few things that the sometimes ditzy and forgetful fairy girl believes that she remembers with clarity. Part of her confidence comes from her easy acceptance of being lost, when it happens- without an aim, or purpose, there’s no disappointment. Allie still finds it exhilarating and enchanting, to truly find herself lost.
She’s finding that feeling, now, curious and following each trail that finds her feet. She hadn’t meant to end up here, and had set out on testing out some new rainboots and how much she could splash on them before her socks got soaked … but she hadn’t found the water. Instead, she slowly nears the sound of another’s voice … or at least the whisper of the leaves around them, and the soft crush of dirt under their footfalls.
The rhythm of their footsteps isn’t familiar, but Allie knows his face as it appears between gaps of sunlight and tree branches. " Oh my gosh! Hi, Sammy! ” A familiar, friendly face, in fact- one that’s always meant to Allie: It’s going to be okay.