Third person's POV
"Arabella!" Freya's voice cut through the stillness of the woods.
'Where has she gone now?' her mother thought, pushing into the forest, searching for her daughter. Her eyes darted between the towering trees, searching for her daughter. The girl always wandered off, and Freya always had to go looking for her.
A sharp squeal rang out behind her, followed by the sound of laughter. Freya spun around, heart lurching.
"Arabella, come back! It’s just a bug; it won’t hurt you!"
"No, go away! You're gross!" The voice was closer now, high-pitched and teasing.
A second later, Arabella came barreling through the trees, her black curls bouncing with each step. She crashed into Freya’s legs, giggling, until she glanced up and saw the stern set of her mother’s jaw.
Freya folded her arms. "What have I said about you running off into the woods?"
Arabella’s laughter died. She clasped her hands in front of her, eyes cast downward. "Not to go too far."
A rustling came from the
