Hushed Willows by the color tv glow

Hahah, yeah, she's modeled off PC a bit. :3

Mordecai seemed to sense something amiss and Spur felt a stab of guilt for spoiling his attempt to have some fun. "Nothing, daddy. I want to play," she fibbed. Actually, she did want to play, she just felt like she might fall over. Really, it would be no contest. "I'm just tired... and hungry..." And she really, honestly hadn't meant to rain all over her father's parade like this but suddenly Larkspur's lip was wobbling; and her eyes grew misty; and she felt an absolutely exhausted sob clawing its way up her throat...

I want to go home, she thought, her inner voice a keening wail, yet she bit her lip against saying it out loud. Her parents had left Lost Creek Hollow for a reason, even if it wasn't clear to their children, and there was no use crying about it now. It was done. And, sincerely, the last thing Spur wanted to do was make her daddy feel bad, so soon after showing up here in the Keep. Although that thought alone sent another wave of guilt through her, wrenching a second sob loose.