Lost Creek Hollow find a girl, settle down

the girl was not to be subdued; or so, she thought right up until liffey's cold nose pressed her flank. a giggle erupted unbidden from the girl's lips as she shied away from the tickling sensation, a move which did very little considering it was hard for squirmy potatoes to get much volition.

flipped right side up, she was about to stage another mutiny until liffey preened her back. slumping to the ground, sionnach could not withstand such wiles -- there wasn't anything she liked more than a good backrub. "oooooo." babbling contentedly to herself, sionnach stored plans of violent coups and upstaging temporarily -- if only because the milk-giver gave better backrubs than milkshakes.