Lost Creek Hollow rowing

"it's the stuff for which this place is named," mona answered, pausing to allow ashlar's shorted legs a respite. a smile bloomed over his head at the effort of her son to both question her and walk, and she moved more slowly in the direction of the water. its scent filled the forest, calming mona in deep ways, and the scent of it was good, clear. "smell that," she murmured, stopping again to fill her lungs with the fragrance of the fresh creek.