The joy of being a child where she didn't have much to worry about (thanks to Mama doing it all for her) except for what time it was. Having just had a decent meal, Renly was a little sluggish to get outside but it led her to begin using her nose and attempting to find something fun to play with. Dad was out somewhere from what Mama had told them so it just left them to their own devices so long as they stayed within a radius around the den. They had been warned that there were several Vermedan spies that would herd them back with their snappers if they weren't too careful. Of course, she felt like she knew all the Vermedan's and none of them seemed like snappers! It didn't dissuade her, though; she was eager to test the limits as she began a slow pace away from the den.

@Set

Acquainting himself with the Brook residents has been a steady yet slow process that Set thinks suits him just fine. Information lay in the shadows, and gradually, he would find out more about Amaryllis in due time. Being without his standard work is a breath of fresh air but he feels idle nonetheless, the beginnings of restlessness settling in his bones. It is thus he, too, wanders through Vermeda — not looking out for the tricksters, however, and perhaps he ought to. @Renly could be a mischievous imp after all. “Looking for something?” Set slows his pace to a halt before the sunset child, an eyebrow arched but his posture overall friendly.

Tiny imp is not at all prepared for coming face to face with anyone so soon and so promptly. The male is small but still very large; her eyes flicker to his absently as she regards him. A great curiousity smoldering within her eyes while she attempts to compute a decent response. Yooooooou, so it wasn't the world's greatest response but in a way he was what she was looking for. @Set just so happened to be the mischievous spies that had large snappers. He seemed to have pretty large snappers when it came to her point of view so he must be one that was meant to herd her back home!

“Yoooooou,” the imp replies with a ghosty quality. Cue further eyebrow arch. “Me?” The scholar addresses — regal in the way he leans down into a near-lay, belly brushing on the soft grass below him. @Renly is a child he is not acquainted with, and he doubts her parents would speak about him to their kids when he is a nobody in Vermeda. So a game, he assumes, that she wishes to include him in. Very well. He could play along. “And why is that, young one?” He says with a smile that shows a bit of teeth.

Perhaps mother hadn't mentioned anything about snappers or spies, but she had told them that they were going to always be watched. Even if they couldn't see anyone, there would always be someone watching them. Renly, being so young, could only believe that that was the truth and so imagined a bunch of folks just lingering in the shadows waiting for her to go too far. And she had been right! @Set had come out of the shadows like a spy! Mhm! She hums, nodding her head as though insisting that he accept that he was the one she'd been looking for. Not him specifically but a version of him. Cuz yous gotta wa'sh me, (Because you've got to watch me) she insisted, unknowingly giving away his job description that even he was unaware of yet. Renly was just happy that she could reiterate for him because if he hadn't known, then this would've ended very badly and Mama would'a been maaaaad!

Ah, not a game. He is mistaken in his original assessment, yet it clicks nonetheless as the imp sprouts her answer in a typical cub accent. For certainly the man has no roots in Vermeda’s family blood, he would deny a child free roam without supervision. @Renly would have to tolerate his company. “Mhm,” he hums, “that is true.” Set nods. “Now that I am watching you, do you want to take a walk?” Under his eye, she would be in decent hands, and it would get her energy out so mother dearest wouldn’t have to worry with another wired child on her hands. He straightens his posture, ready to follow along where ever the sunset cub started off to.

Renly only knew games that she played with her siblings and big lions would have a harder time playing them. Though, really, it was she who would have a hard time playing with the big lions. So instead she focuses on simply listening to @Set and trying to be a good girl. The best girl, really. A deep desire to be the best that she could be while also wanting to do things that her mother wouldn't let her do on her own. YES, she cried out and ultimately taking in a deep breath as she looked back at the den and questioned whether or not Mama would be alright with it. Eventually putting two and two together that she was with a big lion in her big home and that that was alright. Mama let other big lions here take her out so why not this guy? So without further thought she began to point her nose in the western direction and began a steady but hyper frolic.

Clever girl, listening under the eye of adults yet keen to be a troublemaker the second they are gone — least Set assumes and he, for once, is all for it. After all, no harm was done in this case where @Renly remained safely tucked deep within the Brook’s territory.

Her desperate cry of agreeance leaves the navigator chuckling. “Just a short one, before you have to return to your mother.” He wonders how she will explain her adventure, for he’s certain a scolding out of worry would be the first thing on mother’s list of things to do.

The impish girl frolics westward and Set strides after with ease — keeping an attentive eye and ear out for whatever lay in their surroundings. Their adventure is short lived when a particular bright orange, round object captures his interest. The pumpkin is similar to fruits he has seen before — their shapes more obscure than this, however.

“Do you see that ahead?” He instructs, hoping to capture the cub’s curiosity, too. “If you promise not to touch it yet, we can take a look.” The glint and smile he wears is… dare it be, mischievous.

The young sunset certainly knew that she was going to be a handful as she grew up. As that deep desire to please and stay good was prominent but she also desired to see so much more of the world than she was allowed to. Of course, she didn't quite know just yet that adults got to do whatever they wanted and go wherever they pleased. She had only seen the big lions in Vermeda so she thought they were stuck here, too. Renly, however, wanted to go out there.

One could only imagine the girl's slight disappointment when @Set mentioned a short walk. One that would be over before it even began and she would have to go back to romping around the den while her mother kept an eye out. Renly stopped quickly when he mentioned something ahead. Her red and orange eyes looking desperately into the distance and just as she was about to scream that she couldn't see anything, she saw it.

An orange lump sitting precariously amongst a pile of autumn leaves. She knew what that was -- didn't have a name for it, but she and Arden had found some cool things. Issa gifff rock! she cried, nearly about to run towards it when the absolutely drole sound of the adult's words caught her ears. Buh I know wha' ih is! 'den and I gah fedders n shinies. Renly really wanted to touch it ... she had to! Yet, she just couldn't so instead she ran as close to it as she possibly could without touching it and gave her watcher the biggest of eyes.

Set is wise to tighten the reins on @Renly for he could feel the excitement suddenly buzzing in the air after the initial disappointment. Short walk just got a lot more fulfilling, huh? Much to his surprise, however, she seems well acquainted with the fruit — and dashes over towards it with such abandon that Set is squinting; ready for her to break the rule.

He trots after her, pleased to see the restraint she has shown thus far. Lifting a paw, he presses it against the side of the pumpkin and pushes it enough that it leans without completely tossing it onto it’s back. He leans forth to sniff it, and smells no poison. Removing his paw from the pumpkin, he attempts to ruffle the top of Renly’s head. “It seems you’re right. Show me?”