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

sionnach didn't feel sorry at all for the reaction she caused. liffey nearly jumped out of her skin, and in that moment sionnach was more concerned for the squirrel (DON'T DROP IT, MOM!!) as it flounced through the air, mercifully still in her jaws when she decided to come back from her startled orbit.

super dramatic, but like, whatever. sionnach eyed liffey with an indolent expression of disdain -- maybe it was her fault, not sionnach's, that she was so damn jumpy. all she could think in that moment was that breccan would never scold her like that. she exhaled through her nose in a loud gesture of exasperation, totally unenthused with this prospect of a lesson in manners. that really wasn't her forte, so, she wasn't interested. "but squirrel." sionnach reminded her ditsy-headed mother, hoping to shift the conversation from the choppy waters of "teach-sionnach-manners" to more favorable territory, like "share with your daughter". that's manners too, right??