The Edge of the Woods: Listening to Trees
Barclay opened one eye, annoyed at the interruption. Why did people always assume that people who were alone were looking for company? He wasn't. Especially not -- Barclay gave her a look -- small, tiny-bit, doe-eyed blonde girls with annoying voices.
"What am I doing? I'm sewing an outfit for the next Royal Wedding," he said, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms. "And yes, they're hidden in the trees. They're hidden everywhere. The teachers here are resourceful."