Woodland Travellers(I guess The Thems are travel?

"Okay- ugh- okay, no need to laugh"

But they do not stop laughing, they laugh just long enough to cause offense, and they don't seem to notice.

This is the first clue the trees gather, by which they can tell that these two don't know each other very well at all, they see how one bumbles into the forest, immediately tripping and falling on their face.

And how the other stops still in their tracks and gives the falling one such a look of baffled amusement.

Still laughing as they reach out to help, offering their arm, not just their hand to the mud-covered one.

Who frowns so deeply at this further offense and stands up on their own.

Frantically swiping dirt off their elegantly tapered shirtsleeves.

Again the short one seems not to notice this offense.

"I'm not as though- a- a rooftop rat, okay??"

"Neither am I sadly" the short one replies very seriously and looks at the damp ground dejected, before becoming very amused again. "But anyways, tree roots and rooftops are not nearly the same thing prance. You have seen roofs, haven't you?"

"Okay- how are you being more rude- how?? Are? You managing that. Just forget it- forget. It. Let us just get through these woods."

They start stomping through the woods, catch themself and slow down to slightly more sneaky pace.

"So, prance?" The short on starts, keeping up easily despite their short legs. "What in this green-grass world are you, of all people, looking for in this woodland anyhow? I mean *this* woodland- they gesture at the slick muddy slopes and high twisting tree roots- "not exactly... welcoming."

"Oh. Really??? Was it. PerHaPs. The sn-ah hells-" they stop their rant to focus on getting their very long legs over a fallen log, and a hill of mud, and several plants.

While the short little them just gently knocks a many ringed hand on the tall ones shoulder then crouches under and waits on the other side, looking at them fondly for a brief moment but not commenting.

As they wait, they turn and adjust their long brown nest of hair, up in some sort of mullet-like updo, while looking about.

"There's a steam up ahead, that gonna be?- nevermind..."

And leaving the tall one to untangle their also tall ugly blue boots laces from some weeds, they start finding a good bridge branch.

Looking back upon occasion to be sure they stay in view of the other, not hiding very well how these woods unsettle them from the trees.

"...there's something here that's not supposed to be..." they mutter to themself while peering over the rather small creek. "...It's- not a natural thing either- as if I'd notice that...but this..." they scrunch their little face up squint, and then close one eye, perhaps in thought the trees suggest to each other, though they don't know what the little one is doing. "This... almost-"

"ah! Heck!" And the crash of branches cuts off their thoughts.

"Hell! lllp!" Sliding down a very small hill of mud, like it is dangerous or something, comes the tall fool.

"Alright." The small one shakes their head and let's out an amused breath "You do know that is a hill. Not the sheer side of some tin and cobble aristocrats office complex?? You... just...Walk." The small one says in yet more baffled amusement, while reaching to stop the slide by their shoulders.

"Walk!?? Yea? Well- what the hell's the secret magic trick to *walking* down a sheer cliff of mud then?? Hmm??"

"....you...." they laugh "well..probably start by not wearing heels, I guess."

"Nope. I do not want to know. That is fine, dont tell me then. How about we- just- Uhm... wow. You are strong, thanks, I was not looking forward to that fall.