Bearclaw Valley my moon, oh my moon

a titter broke from mona at the boy's claim she was magical! tadec had thought so also, and mona knew her lineage; perhaps there was some truth to it. "wellllll," she began slowly, tipping a wink to lucas and a little bow to the hiding wyatt, "i bet if you hid, i could find you. without using my nose." an impulse, and yet one the firebrand intended on seeing through, her lips parting into a broad smile. "just magick."
eyes shining with the playful challenge, mona peered between the pair of round velvet children, wondering if either one of them would take her up on the offer. after all, she herself had never played such a game before — it would be a fun experiment for her also.