Lost Creek Hollow rockabye

*sneaks in quietly*

Larkspur liked her naps and she was quite good at them. The commotion just outside the den's door did not disturb her at first. But her brother's retching made her ears twitch. And then there was a shuffling just a few inches away and the floor vibrated slightly. The little girl unfurled like an autumn leaf, blue eyes peeling open and blinking loudly in the den's dusky interior. She found herself peering up at her father, his forelegs embracing Pippin. Her brother looked a little green around the gills and there was a sour smell on the air which made Spur wrinkle her nose.

"Pip, 's wrong?" the honey-and-cream Pi queried in a soft voice, furrowing her little brow and looking first at Pippin, then up at their father, blue eyes blown wide with quizzical concern.