Lost Creek Hollow why, think of everything you've got

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once the initial novelty of tag wore off (believe me, it took a long time in toddlers), sionnach had obediently been escorted back to the rendezvous point, in which she sprawled out on the sunning stone and luxuriously slept.

it was late afternoon when she awoke suddenly, a heavy, sleepy lull to the air that took her some time to orient. she propped up on her short legs and yawned heavily, blinking away the last of her slumber as her eyes adjusted to the afternoon slant of yellow sunlight. her siblings were nearby, likely in their own land of slumber, which gave sionnach the rare opportunity to sit in silence, unperturbed by other souls.

her attention drifted from the stone, to the thicket beyond -- where lazily hanging branches seemed to softly invite her within. curious but ever stealthy, sionnach sniffed at the air: there was a tang to it she did not recognize, which meant it prompted immmediate investigating.