Lost Creek Hollow look at me, i am old but i am happy

on a good day, Sionnach was about as obliging as a mule that missed supper. on a bad day, she was downright intractable. 

just so happened that getting your face ballista-missiled by hundreds of angry quills constituted wholly in the “bad day” category. 

she was in an absolute fit as her father came, trying his best to console his writhing daughter. even as she was flipped and forced to the ground, Sionnach still fought fiercely — pinned as she was, the girl had no one recourse besides loud wails of hollering anguish.