Drew doesn't go straight back to her family, the way she almost never does, for safety's sake. Instead, she wanders for a while, making sure that she is not being followed (for one can never be too careful in this life) before returning back to her brothers, sisters, and parents. They are… the only ones who understand her. The only ones just like her, who know her pains, her sorrows, her aspirations, for theirs are the same as her own. The only people she has ever had direct interaction with.
The temporary campsite sits under a shaded canopy of trees, the vegetation forming thick shields on all sides. Two branches of large oak trees intwine with one another, a bag of food and supplies hanging from their meeting point. Even Drew's own weight is too much for the enge of the branches – her younger, monkey of a sister had been the one to hang the bag, just like usual.
Drew looks over the area, tallying off each relative as she views them, her ever-cautious heart filling with relief as each name sounds in her head, the best words of comfort imaginable: the words of family and safety.
An eighteen year old girl with bright green eyes and curly blonde hair sits high up in a tree, lounging carelessly on a thin branch. Addy – who is built lanky and almost weightless – dons a light blue blouse and worn-out, almost pure-white jean shorts. As usual, her shoes had been discarded, her hair held up by a messy bow.
In a tree parallel to hers sits her twin brother, Albie. His eyes are just as bright green as his twin sister's, his hair curled in much the same way, although his hair is quite longer than Addy's. He wears a white muscle shirt with long, torn jeans and untied hiking boots. Addy and Albie share the power of twin telepathy and by the smirk on Albie's slim face, they are using it even now.
A petite brunette with calming abilities sits near a nest of twigs and leaves, stroking something Drew can't see to the fullest at this point in time. Her crystalline blue eyes are trained on whatever she's stroking, her white skirt and purple tank top fairly cleaner than usual, looking out of place compared to her holey sneakers. The girl – a twenty-three year old named Rune – looks up at Drew with a fake-looking smile, gesturing her over.
With a deep frown, Drew lowers herself down next to Rune, instantly noting what is in the nest. A pale, whisp of a girl with thin white hair lays with her eyes closed, wrapped in a pink dress; Drew's youngest sibling, fourteen year old Pearl, a girl whose powers are more of a curse than anything. Her visions left her sickly and weak, inable of protecting herself.
Swallowing hard, Drew looks to Rune. "What did she see this time?" she asks, keeping her voice low. (She had noticed before that her parents are missing, but they likely just went to fetch water, despite Drew always insisting that they let her venture out, as her power is the only offensive one in her entire family.)
Rune shakes her head, eyes filling with worry as she gazes at the younger girl. "I don't know. She asked me to help her pick berries from that field we found on the way here," (Drew notes the berry-stains on Pearl's dress with a slight nod) "But we were hardly there for a few minutes when she let out a scream and fainted." She gestures toward the twins and their trees. "Addy and Albie are supposed to be keeping watch, just in case, but you know how that goes. They don't listen to me."
Taking this as her cue, Drew smirks, loading her bow and letting an arrow strike the tree just above Albie's head. The blonde boy gives a start and topples down the tree a ways, clutching at one of the branches ten feet from the ground. His gaze whips around wildly before his eyes fall on Drew with a sharp glare. "What was that for!?" As though brought back into reality by her brother's scream, Addy leaps from her own tree, glaring sharply at her eldest sister.
"You two are supposed to be keeping watch," Drew scolds sharply. "Now, gather up our things and keep your weapons on you. I mean it. As soon as Mother and Father return, we're leaving."
The younger girl crosses her arms with a sour look. "And who put you in charge, Drewanna? Just because of what happened to Adrian doesn't mean--" Addy breaks off suddenly as Rune makes a little sound in the back of her throat, looking horrorstruck.
Drew frowns sternly at the twins. "You know better than that, Addison," she says in a low hiss. "Now, I want you and Albert to pack up our things. Now."