Heron Lake Plateau you're gonna go far, kid

Her tail swept to and fro as she fell in behind Clover, sharing in her sister's enthusiasm and willing her uncertainty away. There was still time to decide what she wanted to do with her life. Her sister didn't even know and she was doing so well, so what did Fiadh have to worry about? She smoothed away her tension and sped after her sibling, ready to lose herself in the bliss of a good, cool mud puddle. It was impossible not to grin wildly as Clover squealed ahead of her; they really were the worst, weren't they? Blackthorn was synonymous with Troll, if Fiadh were to tell it. Screech would learn that someday, and she hoped then that he would do what he did best and get lost.

We can either fade here or continue, your call! Left it short and open ended.