King Elk Forest mississippi-less-ly.

Cinder confessed to simply being out and about exploring. That was certainly something Liffey understood. It was one of the few things she shared with her mother, the affinity for wandering and exploring new places. In comparison to Finley, she hadn't truly done much of it. Naively, she still considered herself to be well-traveled, and likely would have been far more had she not found a mate and started a family so early in her life. Those, of course, were not things she regretted, nor would she ever.

She canted her head at her little brother and smiled when he spoke of butt-flies, chortling softly. She figured he meant butterflies, but she couldn't help but tease, just a bit. "Butt-flies eh?" she asked, "Those aren't flies that hung around peoples' posteriors, are they? I can't say I'd be pleased to find such creatures, if that's the case." Finley's crass sense of humor was, clearly, not one of the things she shared with her mother.