Cricket Creek Bog look to your soul, for these things that you know

Next to Sionnach, Weejay was the goddamned Mother Theresa. Anything next to Sionnach could be ascended into sainthood realm: maybe it was genetics. Maybe it was just Sionnach.

But Weejay didn't know anything about Sionnach (except she was Aengus' brother, so by proxy she assumed Sionnach to be very nice), so there was no clap-back there. She just kept on being Weejay, smiling all the while as she listened to Aengus in rapt attention. She was jealous he was able to go adventure - she had to be sneaky about it, and she didn't like tricking her daddy like that. But at the same time... if he just loosened the reins a little, she wouldn't have to slip out like a derelict any time she needed fresh air.

"My dad doesn't like it much." Weejay rejoined, her voice quiet. She was worried he might catch her at any moment, and even guiltily looked around before shrugging. "But yeah! We met on an adventure, so they have to be good." That made total sense, right???

Aengus seemed to understand Weejay's minor riot-streak; they explored and played for a while, but it came time when the sun began to set that Weejay knew it was time to head back. Exchanging a quiet farewell with her friend, Weejay said she would come see him soon -- she skipped home with her heart happy, and a hopeful expression that could not be doused from her face.