Lost Creek Hollow from the day we arrive on the planet

she shook her head slowly, a wave of tiredness overcoming her senses. "no. they left so suddenly." like merrick, mona had never understood why indra allowed herself to be whisked away by laurel. yet unlike the grim boy, the firebrand understood the bond of family, and still thought longingly of cortland, of constantine, of eilidh.
"when he is older," mona went on, determined to change the subject to something lighter, "i'd like to resume my duties as scout." a light flickered in her eyes at the thought — oh, how long it had been.