Lost Creek Hollow I can see the sun through the open window.

She almost didn't hear the hushed sound of a stranger's voice — but it reached her, and Ibis realized it was familliar. This brought a puzzled look to her face; she didn't have the capability of hiding her emotions so they played out clearly whenever they were felt, and right now she was confused - but intrigued. She assumed the word to be an invitation to come closer; if it wasn't she could easily blame her intrusion on wanting to hear better. And so she sidled up to the den mouth with her head low and posture somewhat slack, carrying the flowers.

As she placed them down at her feet she found herself overjoyed to see the burly man; her memory wasn't the best but she knew, somehow, not to be afraid of him. Hi. I wanted to bring a present, she said hastily, then realized she was being a little loud and began to whisper, Sorry... Are they sleeping? Her gaze shifted from the silver hulk to the tiny bodies he had collected against himself, absolutely mystified.