Emberwood someone say a hail mary for this house

Tears streaked little Larkspur's face, a litany of muted moans and gasping sobs leaking from her every so often as a locust made impact with her small body. She flinched badly, every single time, simply unable to tamp her knee-jerk reaction. She couldn't bear it, yet nor she could escape it. All she could do was stick close to her family, fight the overwhelming anxiety and hope the nightmarish swarm would end—and that they would go home—soon.