Golden Glade and it's always been the same, the same old story

ah ha! he was here! sionnach's ears perked; she could hear someone rustling through the grass. from her vantage she could see exactly nothing, because a big fat green fern obscured both her entire body, and her entire vision. she wriggled her bum, settling deeper into the dirt like a small house cat preparing to pounce. heck, even her pupils got mega-wide as she honed in on breccan.

"GOTCHU!!!" sionnach roared, bursting from the cover like a keg of dynamite -- only to slam on the brakes inexpertly and crash into liffey's leg. that's not who she thought it was. bashfully stepping backwards sionnach looked up at liffey awkwardly and then looked away. um. i totally meant to do that. but then she noticed the squirrel and perked right back up. "SKWIRL!" sionnach informed her mom, wriggling between liffey's legs and entirely forgetting her game with 'breccan'.