Barrow Fields this that kinfolk

sobeille noticed each day seemed gradually longer, the last hour of daylight stretched thin to a waxy yellow light set against the not-so distant shore.

she was bored. without tousaint here, and the adults otherwise occupied, sobeille wandered.

she came to a open meadow that abutted the ocean and timber alike -- only, it was like no flatland she'd ever seen. large and lumpy mounds punctuated the landscape - around her, she heard the thousand scurrying of small rodent feet.

perched atop one of the largest mounds, sobeille surveyed the dwindling light of her lonesome domain.