Still smiling brightly, Anastasia takes off like the arrow from a bow after her sister, calling back<span style="font-style: italic">somewhat</span>quietly so as to not alert everyone to their presence "Weeee! We'll show them that we're friendly, and then they'll let us..." Whatever else she had been saying is lost as she gets too far away to be heard, but at the end of it she throws back a little wave. Clearly not watching where she was going, she bumps into a tree, seems to flit around in a little daze for a moment, then once she'd regained her senses, shoots off after her sister, who'd already gained a smidge of headway on her.<br/><br/>Flitting up beside Alura, Anastasia nods with more than a little bit of enthusiasm, the mention of 'rubbing the kitty tummies and scratching behind their ears draws a little, bubbling giggle from the delicate, innocent girl "Pity we don't have any fish to give them! Kitties love fish!" It was honestly not COMPLETELY  beyond Anastasia to believe just that, and whilst it may be true to some extent (Not that there were many catpeople who'd ADMIT they liked tummy rubs or ear-scritches...or fish, as there was just too many jokes to be made at their expense), the reactions on the faces of the three 'kitty people' was sure to be priceless if she tried it.<br/><br/>Every bit as agile of a flyer as her older sister, Anatasia has very little problem keeping up, and in all due time she's weaving in and out of Alura's wake exactly as she'd done when they were both younger. Mention of 'ticklish' seems to further excite the little fae girl, and she opens her mouth to respond, only to let loose a stream of giggles and cheer-filled laughter when Alura flips around and begins to utilize her wings to tickle her bare tummy "Nuuuuuuuuuu!!" laughing as quietly as possible, she flounders her hands at the intrusive wings, though not so roughly as to actually damage them - she knew all too well how delicate they were, and how little it took to upset the balance of flight "Nooooot faaaaaair! Ahahaha!"<br/><br/>Finally pulling away in a dizzying spin, Anastasia reciprocates by slipping up a little more 'behind' Alura, and reaches out to lightly snag one of her toes "Oh lookie! Little berries!" In what seems an amazing feat of aerial dexterity, the fae girl eases closer and closer, and finally face to face with her prize, places it in her mouth with an overly dramatic 'nom!'. Her tiny little teeth begin to lightly 'chew' that single toe, every bit as feircly as a puppy might chew on it "Noooomnomnom. Good bewwies! Mah-bee keetees lik a foo of dem? I con peek thom for dem!" Her mouth full of a delectable little toe, her speech was tough to understand, but it seemed to revolve around 'picking some of these berries for the kitties'.<br/><br/>The little back and forth game continues until they reach the barn itself, a sizable structure meant to house more than a few head of cattle or perhaps horses, one of the two. A brief glance inside reveals that there was no lookout posted, and that the majority of the once-usable tools had a fine layer of rust covering them, and even the wooden handles showed signs of decay that had to be YEARS old, not something that had only been recently abandoned in the last week or two. Even the building itself looked far older than it actually was, the wood split wide open in so very many places, allowing thick vines to worm their way inside, only furthering the stuctural degredation.<br/><br/>Now that they were close to the farmhouse, Anastasia falls silent, only returning the nod that Alura had given her. Whilst it was not something they'd had a massive amount of opportunity to PRACTICE, her younger sister seemed to have taken the drills to heart, and had at least a somewhat decent idea of when to run, or when to stay and try to sort things out. Of course, she generally tended to lean towards the latter, only breaking when things got really, REALLY bad..and hopefully, not too late!<br/><br/>Alura's new position allows a glance into the western windows, and with relative ease she's able to make out the forms of two individuals, one a battle-scarred human woman in her early to late teens that was sitting beside a bed (Henriette), and the other a red-haired elvish girl who was laying out full-spread in the bed (Litala), being spoon-fed some sort of a soupy broth by the sandy-blonde haired human girl. The reason became visible after only a few more seconds of peering - the left side of her body had an absolutely HORRID gash, starting at her left shoulder, going down across the left side of her belly, crossing along her stomach, and finishing up at her right leg. It looked painful, but whatever had made the cut did a rather clean job of it, and it is not too far-fetched to imagine there had been a battle at the homestead not too terribly long ago. A multitude of discarded field-dressings lay nearby, and it looked like a new set was laid out, ready to be used.<br/><br/>So - there WERE more people inside, and not every single one of them was in tip-top fighting condition.<br/><br/>The closer to the farmhouse they got, the more Alura and Anastasia's heartbeats began to pick up in pace, a sort of strange 'tingling' sensation spreading throughout their bodies as the raw energy of magic itself began to fill the air around them. It felt like life itself making a nest in their veins, and with every passing second, their hearts continued to thunder faster and faster in their chest, eventually sort of 'evening out' at the pace of a hard run. It was not uncomfortable, however.<br/><br/>If anything...it felt GOOD. Everything felt so much more vibrant suddenly, their ears more acute, their eyes better at making out finer details, and the slight tingling sensation of raw, potent, untapped magic in the air was almost overwhelmingly pleasant, much like a nice, hot bath after a long, dusty day of travel<br/><br/>((Anastasia is just a point behind you on her stealth check, so the two of you remain undetected so far! ^_^ Your approach also helps, as most of the group seems to be gathered in front of the farmhouse conversing with each other, and do not currently have a clear line of view to your location around the edge of the building. ))<br/><br/>((I'll also inlude more information on wells in my next post! ^_^ ))