Redhawk Caldera rising of the moon

Clover could not really see well. When her brothers face was there, it was one large blur, and the young girl scrunched her face together. Disoriented was too kind a word for how she felt. Clover turned her head, but this proved to be an overwhelming thing too. The world shifted as this happened, and she let out an alarmed squeak. What in tarnation! Clover found herself looking at her brother, and stared at this fixed point even as he let out a noise himself. Clover responded to his chirp with some of her own. The note she produced was a clearcut question: WHAT??????? What was this? What in the world was happening? The words of her father went well over her head, but his rumbling brought a comforting feeling to her. Clover could remember very little of things before, but the sound of her mother and father was one she had not forgotten.