Lost Creek Hollow from the day we arrive on the planet

mona smiled, but it seemed dour, the prospect of constant exhaustion. still, ashlar was a boon to her, something on which to hold in the darknesses that now seldom befell her. "a preemptive congratulations, then," she murmured, thumping her tail lightly against the floor of the den. "we will have to arrange playdates."
trying not to think of terance, or treason, for that matter, the girl blinked in the semi-light. "do you think indra and laurel will come back?" all this talk of family, and she hadn't any of her own upon which to remark.