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

sionnach was very invested in getting her way; so invested even, that the idea of lying to her wonderful dam did not come across one whit as immoral, untenable, or unthinkable.

pulling herself up with a firm scoot of her booty, sionnach adopted her most innocent expression. fluttering those doe-like chestnut eyes to the max, sionnach looked as if butter would not melt in her mouth. "okay -- promise." hopefully her mother would be just as gullible as the rest of the world, and sionnach would score a free squirrel and forget all about the lesson behind liffey's scolding.