Lost Creek Hollow to be calm, when you've found something going on

As she emerged in to glimmering light she was temporarily blinded, and the sharp contrast of slanting sunlight through sullied boughs of green left a smattering of dots burned in to her vision that Ibis hastily tried to blink away; combine this with her attempted stalking gait, and you've set yourself up for a blunder. She emerged in to the hidden grotto with the staccato sound of Sionnach's racing steps to guide her.

When she finally managed to get a good look at the cream-coated girl, Ibis wondered what had caught her attention and picked up her pace. She joined the child within moments, not really thinking about how they might react to being followed. They were young; it was Ibis' duty to keep an eye on these kids whether they liked it or not, but she was also a pushover, and didn't want any of them to grow up disliking her. 

Then she caught sight of the toadstool just beyond Sionnach's slim figure, and called out — Wait! Don't touch it! With the slim hope that she would be obeyed. If Ibis had learned anything during her time within the Hollow, it was that not all plants were good, and she'd certainly never forayed in to the study of fungus, so she couldn't say for certain if it was a worthy toy or a death-trap to be avoided.