Lost Creek Hollow Island of memories we'll leave them where they lie

time would eventually smooth out the roughness of sionnach's trauma when it came to memory; for now, the incident was still sharp on her mind... but eventually, it would be layered and laid with other memories, and rarely retrieved.

under gannet's apprising gaze, sionnach stood up primly. what had she learned? her head cocked to the side, and an ear flopped against her cheeks as she pursed her lips. "ya," the girl nodded enthusedly, eager to share her very hard-fought lesson: (i fought so hard to have her say "im still prettier than aengus" but god shes not old enough to be witty yet big sad) "'e not friend." the girl slumped disappointedly; she still did not grasp why the porcupine had been so defensive.. all she had wanted to do was play!