Golden Glade upon the moment i could talk, i was ordered to listen

"daddy?" sionnach's voice piped up between the ferns, which rustled their bright little fan-like leaves as she brushed through them. "where'd breccy go?" sionnach's expression converted from one of exploratory delight to something a bit more crumpled: breccan had left, without even saying goodbye -- and if all the siblings to leave, why'd it have to be him?

why couldn't it be the mean bitey one she barely knew?

slumping on top of the clutch of ferns she had just materialized from, sionnach gnawed on a lime-green stem, her chestnut gaze inquiringly placed upon her father.