There was no stopping the genuine amusement she felt at her brother's inquiry. She remembered when their mother brought her here to observe the beavers as they worked. She liked learning, but was beginning to discover that she liked teaching as well. "Yeah, but it's far more elaborate than a den of sticks. They waterproof it, and use it to adjust the flow of the river." She elaborated, if he wanted to hear it or not. Though, even as she spoke, she remained steady in her objective. Her determination was ever prevalent as she went along.
It seemed the desire to go look at what she had described was too great. And it was no surprise to her that he wanted to go see for himself. As Ciaran departed to go check out the dam, she acknowledged the broad grin he offered her with the assurance that he would be careful as he went to investigate. In return, she offered him a soft grin of her own, only to be accompanied by the playful narrowing of her eyes. "You better." She insisted, before returning to her task once more. It hadn't taken much longer before it started to get difficult to cram more sticks into her bundle.
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