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stubbornstrumpet replied to your post:"Don’t look at me like that."

"That’s my trick, you know that Hen. It doesn’t work /on/ me."

"But...I really don't want to go Bekah."

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𝕂𝕚𝕕𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕨𝕖 𝕠𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕜𝕟𝕖𝕨 [Rebekah & Henrik]

  The wind blew hair into the little boys eyes, making it harder for him concerted on staying on branch. The tree was still wet form the past night's rain, so he watch his steps carefully, not wanting to end up on the ground. Stretching his neck the boy tried to get a better look over the leave and at the village before him.  

   He made out the figures the people in his family until his brown eyes finally found the one he was looking for. The grin on the boy's face widen as he laid eyes on his sister as she walked closer to the tree he was sitting in. Barely able to contain his laughter the boy prepare himself for attack, but just as he was going to scare his sister his foot lost it's support.

  The next thing he knew he was laying in his stomach groaning in pain. It was more the shock of falling out of a tree that hurt the most, though he could feel is stinging a bit in his arm, but it didn't feel serious enough that he need to check it up.

  In the conner of his eyes he saw two feet that he had a feeling who they belonged to. Rolling around and a sheepish grin appeared on his face as he faces his sister.

                                           "Hello Bekah"  

  He greeted her while a blush appeared on his face. Embarrassed that he failed miserably at trying to surprise her and that he had fallen out of the tree instead. Throwing a glance over his shoulder Henrik tried to se if anyone else might had seen it. Luckily it seemed like nobody had noticed -- except Rebekah.

                                “Where are you going?”

  The little warlock was at that point bright red and was dying to change the focus of from him.