Mrr, shame on your for posting at work.
Perhaps it was his uncanny familiarity and fascination with trees and partially enclosed spaces that always carried him through forests rather than open grounds where the scavenging he was supposed to be doing might have been easier. Hell, Gaël considered himself to be the most diligent of the three vengeful siblings; surely he got much more done than Heath, in the least, who normally spent his time lolligagging one way or another or ending up in some meaningless fight that he wouldn't admit to later. He was the youngest, after all. Miriette tended to bottle up her thoughts and emotions; she was the biggest introvert, thus scouting and asking questions to strangers wasn't completely up her alley. Gaël was shameless, stiff. The boy worked hard enough at what they were out to do, and a little stroll through the forest was perfectly acceptable for a little break. Heath might have given him trouble about it, but Gaël was the eldest. Heath couldn't do shit about that.
Obnoxious turquoise eyes whisked from place to place; he might have been imagining it, but the woods he meandered through carried a sugary, sweet scent on its breeze, despite how cold it was. Gaël had hardly paid attention to what could have been claimed lands, but detected no opposing stenches that might have told him otherwise. The sound that interrupted, however, was a different story. The boy expected to see nothing less than a stray, sleepwalking squirrel in the forest; Aurele's warning of the territory's dangerous figures had stuck in his mind, and thus at the sound of music, the boy's pelt stood on end and his steps fashioned into a poised and prepared gait. When the sound continued, though, the boy realized that the language was somehow English, but the dialect was nearly impossible for him to understand.
And then, they ran straight into each other. The first thing that was noticed was the guitar over her back, instantly earning her some unspoken respect as he stood in a similar position, a guitar strapped across his own back as well. The cold and chills had kept his fingers from their strumming as of late, and though he did not openly express it, Gaël was delighted to unexpected meet another musician. "A... 'Allo," he stuttered, a little flustered. Luckily, his accent was not nearly as outrageous as her own. "You speak English, dere? You have a nice voice dere, but I don't understand it."