*a quiet squeak of partially oiled hinges can be faintly heard over the gentle wind on the moor, followed by sounds of a puppy yelping*
Feather: Quiet Bushel, do you want Beth to find us? *giggle* Quick, someone is coming. Go on boy, go on!
*the sound of the heavy plodding of a large body approaches, walking up to the door*
Làmh: Greetings, my name is Làmh, how may I be of assis . . . Oh? I could have sworn I heard the door opening. That’s strange . . . but there’s no one here. Hhhmmmm . . . ?
*heavy footsteps go off into the distance as Làmh turns for home*
*the quiet squeak of the hinges again and a new figure enters through the doorway*
Beth: Feather? Feaaaaather? Bushel, here boy! Com’on puppy, come back. Oh where are you, you naughty faery? When I find you madam . . . . !
* she wanders off looking in the undergrowth*
*the heavy footsteps return at a faster rate than before*
Làmh: Greetings, my name is . . . oh bother, not again! Now this is silly ~ I know I heard the door this time. Or did I? No one here again. Maybe it’s my age? My ears aren’t quite what they used to be . . . . *sigh*
*Làmh retraces his steps*
*meanwhile, behind the stand of young ash trees*
Beth: Now young fae, just what exactly did you think you were doing running away like that?
Feather: But I hate baths!
Beth: That’s no excuse to take off with not a stitch on! And out of one of the Fae Doors too! And as for you Bushel . . .
Bushel: *whine*
Feather: He’s sorry, honest he is Beth. It was all my fault, sorta . . .
Beth: I think I should get all of us home and then deal with the pair of you!
