Lost Creek Hollow when she came back

"oh?" mona answered, timidity spreading wildfire under her cheeks. surely gannet meant that in a most friendly way. all the same, it was nice to hear. lost creek hollow was her home now, regardless of where indra and laurel decided to settle. she missed her friend dearly, and hoped that the wandering children had been found, but this was ashlar's birthplace, and in her son a singular, tight root had been laid.
"what sort of places?" came her eager inquiry, hoping to dispel her brief simpering in the last moment and focus them both on one of her favorite subjects: discussion of traveling.