Lost Creek Hollow too bad, you're not invited, i'm in charge - byeeee

sionnach had learned from an early age that the milkmaid, while dottering and slow, responded quite rapidly whenever her children were hurt. for that, sionnach pulled the full stops: hysterics, shrieks, tantrums, spittle, drool -- sink and all, was thrown into her throttling tantrum meant to alert the dull maternal unit that her favorite daughter had just been railroaded.

aengus' clumsy foot loomed near, and as he pushed towards her sionnach bit down with all of her might, screaming between tufts of fur and claw.  after about two minutes of demonic shrieking, where sionnach may have sounded possessed by a very displeased demon, sionnach gave up. the milk bartender wasn't coming -- was it too early to formulate abandonment issues?

much like the toddler that throws a fit in a grocery store for the sake of a candy bar, sionnach dropped the act and dusted off her fur. it might have been an alarming shift in character for anyone unfamiliar with children and their whims, but sionnach soon forgot her mother's slight (and aengus') in favor of finding a new source of interest: a curious looking stone on the ground. while her eyesight was far from at its sharpest, she could see enough of the stone to formulate the opinion it had to be licked. inquisitively, sionnach bumbled over to it and started to lick its cold surface, tickled pink by the sensation it left on her tongue.