Sun Mote Copse Not your Barbie girl, I'm living in my own world

She’d always thought her parents knew the answer to every question. It was disappointing, and a little enlightening, to learn that even Phox didn’t know when the rain would let up. She studied him a beat longer, searching for telltale signs that he was pulling her leg, but when Phox continued, Alyx slumped her shoulders.

At least Phox had a pretty solid plan for when the rain ended. Okay, dad, she agreed, wracking her brain for any memory of large, flat rocks. The copse had a lot of trees, but not so many rocks. Maybe they’d need to go outside the borders to find what they were looking for. D’you promise there won’t be any mud there?