Golden Glade bad stuff happens in the bathroom

sionnach stalked after her father obediently, her motions and care to be quiet taken to new extremes. her steps were exaggerated, her alert ears constantly moving — when her father stopped she would stand up straight and arch her back like a startled kitten, tail high and ears pressed forward. every time it was a false alarm, but that did not stop sionnach from reacting overzealously to each new stimuli. 

they came at last to a tangle of trees and vines thick as cable wires. sionnach’s expression was one of wonder as she looked over the verdant oasis, her gaze eventually falling on a felled tree doused in a carpet of moss. WAOW-WEE! sionnach chirped excitedly, already making a mad dash for the tree and scrambling to get on top of it.