Food was flying EVERYWHERE.

O_O

Bowtruckles looked up from the small soft one's legs and arms that they were biting and scratching to see woodlice brought by the grown man soft ones and they immediately began to hop into the air and try and grab it, with most of them slowly, yet surely, leaving into the woods where they had come from.

The one that had been blasted off of a stick by the one soft one with long-ish hair (Elijah) flew through the air and gobbled up a few lice before hitting the ground and skipping off into the woods but not before dropping a small golden, yet tarnished, locket to the ground that hadn't been noticed before. When you get a closer look at the piece of jewelry a small word can be made out in curvy caligraphy: Amarantha.

Whatever that meant.

As the small horde of Bowtruckles left some turned back around to shout Bowtruckle insults at some of the intruders before disappearing into the woods once more. Even the little one that was sitting on the Nettle-headed one's shoulder (Spike) slowly slumped down and finished nibbling at the wood lice it had recieved and waved, sort-of before walking off.

Once the wood lice had mostly been distributed out of the clearing the last Bowtruckle hopped into the nearest tree and it was quiet again.