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

He didn't press her beyond her comfort level, which was nice. Most of the time when Ibis spoke to adults they talked down to her (not on purpose mind you, but... It got to be a drawback) or they wouldn't let up, especially in a space like Elysium where feelings flowed like currency. This was a nice change of pace, she decided.

When her father mentioned the Sunspire though, Ibis' face ran blank for a moment. It was difficult to recall the great exodus since she had been so very small at the time, so the name meant little to her aside from what she could drum up from stories told by her mothers; any history she had upon the mountain was nothing but an empty void. Not wanting to disappoint, she went ahead and mentioned, I ran in to a ghost, um, that sounded so silly after-the-fact, she looked at her paws, at the clovers crushed by her petite body, anywhere but at her father out of sheer embarrassment, um, he said his name was.. Ga, Gamut? Gilette? Gan... Gannet? I think.

Besides that, she had spent the night alone.

The girl desperately wanted to move the conversation away from the mysterious stranger who had illuminated so beautifully in the starlight — so she blurted, What's Treason like? But this was another thing she sorely wished she hadn't brought up immediately after. Oh well, she thought - she needed to figure out her feelings on all that eventually.