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

Liffey saw straight through her daughter's act. Unfortunately, it didn't really matter. She loved her little girl, no matter how devious, ill-behaved or deceitful she was. There was something in Sionnach that actually reminded her of her mother, which was both endearing and unfortunate seeing as Liffey had never gotten on with her own mother particularly well. But she still appreciated Finley for all that she was, even if it had never been what she needed.

"Liar," Liffey accused, smiling as she nudged the squirrel onto Sionnach's paws. She knew she was making it okay for the girl to misbehave like she just had, but what was she to do? Liffey was hopeless when it came to her kids. And Sionnach had clearly inherited something from her blood that Liffey had never been lucky enough to have herself--a fire she had no wish to distinguish, no matter how poorly mannered it was.