Golden Glade bad stuff happens in the bathroom

since being rudely uprooted, sionnach had responded the way an orchid would to unkind repotting; she went stiff, inverted, and positively withered. any attempts at play was met with a fractious growl, followed by her rudely storming off elsewhere. 

yet today the sun broke across the stormy horizons of the child’s demeanor; it marked several days (I think but really who knows) since they had left, and like any child resistant to change, sionnach eventually adjusted. she just did so begrudgingly.

extracted from the den, sionnach sized up her father with an unholy squint. was he gonna make her move again if she left? part of her wanted to follow after her father, but the other part of her still resented being carried over hill and yon, and that was the part that won out as sionnach abruptly placed her rump on the ground in mcsquinty refusal.