Lost Creek Hollow didn't expect you to whisper some truth through your hands

#rude

It’s tense but Root does shy away.  A will they-won’t they comfort hangs between them and her own feet shuffle beneath her.  She awkwardly smiles, shaking her head to ward off the apology.  Juniper didn’t know, she doubts there’s any way she could have known, and there couldn’t be any blame to be.  “It’s fine, you di—” she trails off as she’s interrupted, swinging her head ‘round to see Harlyn coming up beside them.  Distracted in the moment, she hadn’t noticed it sooner.

Root hastily clears her throat, trying not to choke in front of the woman.  Her ears cup forward and she straightens her shoulders.  “Well,” she begins and her eyes flicker back to Juniper as if they’d been caught doing something they shouldn’t be able to do.  Root can’t even remember if Juniper told her what she’s good at so she’s a little confused.  “This is Juniper.  She’s… ah, she’s my…?” her brows knit together to figure out the relation.  

“Cousin?” 

She’s a little unsure of the connection but she sticks to it, looking back to Harlyn with a little firmer smile.  
“She wants to join.”