Lost Creek Hollow i was once like you are now, and i know that it's not easy

sionnach's wails for attention went unanswered by her parents, likely because like the little boy that cried wolf, sionnach had wailed loudly just one too many times. she cast them a doleful look, her gaze baleful as cerberus' -- how dare they, after she had her face stuffed with quills like a sewing-needle pin caddy.

she snuffed loudly as breccan entered, scowling deeply as she saw him freeze, likely readjusting to her new balloon-shaped features. frankly, it was an injustice that the prettiest child in their litter suffered such a malady; sionnach huffed loudly, not even roused in the least by breccan's invitation to play.

it would take a bit more convincing to extract sionnach from her sulky shell today. in answer to breccan's question, the lumpy little girl turned her very lumpy head (and body) away from breccan, and plopped her head on her paws with a loud sigh of obvious suffering.