Larksong Grotto diggy diggy hole

Sialuk knew this, deep down, but that did not make it so in her mind. What was true and what she felt, she had found, were often two different things. Still, it felt good to hear it from somebody else. Especially from Meerkat. There was a tiny little flame that sparked there, one that both confused and delighted Sialuk. The delight was peculiar, considering the raindrop's condition over the past several months. She could not place it, though she thought it was similar to something she had felt before.

Sometimes truth and heart speak two different songs, she said listlessly.