Lost Creek Hollow high highs and low lows

Having noticed the girl, Dulce took a step back and settled onto her hindquarters to signify her peaceful intentions. She gave a half-smile and pulled a deep breath, before answering, Not quite. Her voice was smooth, thick, but carried the raspy notes of travel. It had been so long since she'd had a chance to speak that Dulce was pleased enough with just having someone to keep her company.

Are they always here? she asked, eyes drawing back to the red bulbs of the tulip patch.