Lost Creek Hollow hollow

And squirm she did. She grit her teeth and continued to dig the sword deeper. "Hot mess? What? No," she snorted. Yes. Yes she was. Calm down. Eshe couldn't see what her sister could, but did, in fact, believe her. Because she felt hot. As in, flustered. "Wh- to me being embarrassing? I'm not being embarrassing, you're being embarrassing! Pffffsh," she took a couple of steps backward and glared at the ground, burning holes into it with the heat she felt. Oh gosh.

Attention she was trying to get? Oh, right. "Like, Harlyn, the leader, or... there's another leader. I can't think of his name." She furrowed her brow, really setting her concentration on this, as though this would prompt her sister to forget their previous topic and switch to this, all-important one.