The silver haired spirit raises her arms behind her head with a crooked smile.  "What do you have for us?" She asks with a care-free tone, genuinely interested in what these kids were wondering.

"Of course!" Camille chirps as she happily clasps her hands together in front of her. She was expecting to be the only one to stay behind and be interviewed. But she is honestly caught off guard when her sister also agrees. It's not very often she would do something like that. 

Then again... maybe she doesn't have heart to leave two young souls behind, who came all this way just to meet them.

That could be the case, or, she just learned some manners after all this time

. The first option seems like it has a better chance of being relevant, but... maybe, she just has a secret soft spot for kids?

Camille's heart sinks when the young boy trips backwards in fright. She hope he didn't hurt himself too badly. Or hopefully at all.

A tiny squeak escapes the spirit's lips, "I'm sorry!" Comes her quick apology.

  She  gently lowers herself closer to the ground; in hopes that she'd appear less threatning to the two individuals.

There is a soft glint in her eyes as she carefully approaches them. She speaks with sincere words, "We're not here to hurt you..." 

It takes Isa a minute to follow in her siblings tracks, and hover low to the ground beside her. She says nothing as she studies the children with intruged eyes. It's not very often she and her sister run into someone remarkably younger than they are!

"They're children." Camille concludes when the voices continue to grow closer. What on earth gave these children the idea to wander in the forest all alone like that? That's dangerous.

Isa manages to catch what one of the kids are saying, as their words are finally comprehensable. "Did you hear that, Camille?" Emerald eyes flicker playully as the spirit hurries closer to the sounds of  the children. "They want to find some ghosts.~"

And as  if Isa completely forgot what she promised, she shoots into the trees without a second thought, or warning for her sister.

"ISA!" Camille wails as she immidiatedly chases after her older sister, "Come back!" It only takes a couple split seconds for both triplets to be hovering in front of the two young travelers.