Lost Creek Hollow if you want, you can marry

nope, sionnach was firmly entrenched -- hah, get it? she slipped an arm around the hole's lip, lounging there like a dos equis spokesperson, her paw dangling. coolly, the girl watched her friend dig his new hole, listening contently as mud spilled into the depression. there was another song in the air besides the splatter and shift of mudwater; ashlar's little voice crooned from the dirt, tickling sionnach's ears.

focusing her wobbly sights on the boy, sionnach offered her own racuous rendition of mona's song to the mix.. it had all of the synchronity of shrieking train brakes being engaged, but hey, nothing like songs around a campfire dirt-hole, right?