Larksong Grotto lonely

Laurel's greeting comment to her was asking why she had two names, and if the tone of her voice wasn't venomous enough to tell Nova of the girls discomfort, her body language surely was. The golden elder took it all in stride, feeling only the slight feeling of irritation rise within her. Kids would be kids, she knew, and the smile didn't even twitch from her friendly mask of grey.
                  "I don't have two names, Rose is my last name." 
Hiram's daughter didn't seem as talkative now that the spotlight was focused on her problems, and Nova layed herself down a foot or two from the tan puppy at the waters edge. 
                                    "That didn't sound like you're happy: mind me asking why?"
Larksong Grotto was amazing, as far as she'd experienced. Why didn't the little girls like it here? Sure, it wasn't Silver Creek, and there would always be people they missed, but it really was lovely here.