Little Goat Mountain the poem that took place of a mountain

She didn't break away to see how he reacted to her laughter, but by the time she had calmed down he was already questioning her. Ocra stared at him for a moment longer with one brow lifted in confusion while she tried to decide if he was joking or not. When the question turned out to be serious, however, she shook her head but her expression remained flat and no longer amused.

'What?" she questioned then, blinking a few times before she continues. "Did one fall on you or something? They're not dangerous. The bark is good for pain and I don't know this area well enough to know what I can use," Ocra explained. She had only been in the area a few days at most and the mire or forest hadn't offered her much during the time she'd explored. At least Sriracha was here, should the boy not be able to accomplish what she requested of him.