Hushed Willows by the color tv glow

No worries, I took just as much time. ;)

He began to walk and she fell into step beside him, her head even with his shoulder blade. He kept a slow, even pace that didn't add much to her exhaustion, though Larkspur still felt an invisible weight on her young shoulders. Leaving their home had been hard, being thrust out into a scary wilderness savaged by insects and famine had been harder and trying to pick up the pieces and resume some semblance of a life in a new place was the hardest of all. Now something about that field trip seemed to have sucked the last of the life out of her, even though it had been worth it to her.

Unaware that she'd gotten lost in her thoughts, Larkspur stopped the instant that familiar sound touched her ears. She held her breath, the better to hear it. She wasn't sure how to describe it—it was similar to the sound of wind rustling through the treetops or the soft susurrus of rain—or the feeling that blossomed within her. It made her yearn more than ever for Lost Creek Hollow. It made her overwhelmingly happy and sad at the same time. Her throat and chest felt tight and tears swam in her eyes, which she turned questioningly upon her father's face.