Lost Creek Hollow In the morning she said "Listen,"

The morning after her arrival, and Ibis is waking up deep within the forest. She'd tried to find somewhere to sleep that made her feel safe and secure rather than awkward, alienated, and out-of-place; one option was to find her father and make camp somewhere near him merely because he was familiar, but the more she thought about it (and the more she roamed) the less Ibis felt that it was appropriate. Her mind went back to thoughts of Treason, whoever that was, and the fact she now had a step-mother, and would be a big sister — and her mind shut off at that point.

When she did wake up, she was in the middle of a small field of clover.

She let out a yawn and blnked sleep away. For the first few moments Ibis was confused; the trees did not have the same ethereal quality here, the scents inherent to the soil and the forest were heavier, the terroir more intensely peaty. It was an ugly smell that brought her the rest of the way to a state of coherence, and she remembered where she was. The girl got up slowly - stretched her limbs, shook out her coat - and then began to investigate the clovers. It was too early to get up to much else.