"Geese?" Courfeyrac frowns, tilting his head and listening. Perhaps he hears something, but there are so many strange bird sounds that it's probably just one of them.
Probably, but not necessarily, given that they know supernatural things are occurring. "I don't hear any geese, but I'm not the best at recognizing bird calls. You hear any geese, Combeferre?"
Turning his attention back to the girl, he considers her answer. He could see Enjolras and Grantaire being described like that, and there's a part of him that jumps at the possibility of having found a guide to them. On the other hand, what are the chances that this girl has not only seen their missing companions, but knows where they are and isn't planning something dangerous? "When did you see our friends? Do you know where they are now? Ow."
Courfeyrac slaps at another biting insect, frowning. At least some of the bugs are pretty, fireflies dancing amidst the others, blinking around Combeferre and Bahorel as well as him.
The girl laughs, the bell in her hair tinkling wildly. "There are only so many people like you here. How could we miss you or your friends? I would very much like to see you reunited with your companions, too. So please."
Holding out a hand to Combeferre and to Courfeyrac, the child smiles widely. "Follow me."
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Date: 2013-05-25 01:56 am (UTC)Probably, but not necessarily, given that they know supernatural things are occurring. "I don't hear any geese, but I'm not the best at recognizing bird calls. You hear any geese, Combeferre?"
Turning his attention back to the girl, he considers her answer. He could see Enjolras and Grantaire being described like that, and there's a part of him that jumps at the possibility of having found a guide to them. On the other hand, what are the chances that this girl has not only seen their missing companions, but knows where they are and isn't planning something dangerous? "When did you see our friends? Do you know where they are now? Ow."
Courfeyrac slaps at another biting insect, frowning. At least some of the bugs are pretty, fireflies dancing amidst the others, blinking around Combeferre and Bahorel as well as him.
The girl laughs, the bell in her hair tinkling wildly. "There are only so many people like you here. How could we miss you or your friends? I would very much like to see you reunited with your companions, too. So please."
Holding out a hand to Combeferre and to Courfeyrac, the child smiles widely. "Follow me."