Ilara stood outside uncertainly. She could see her grandmother sitting quietly within, apparently asleep. She hovered near the entrance, not really sure whether it would be polite to walk in.
“Well?” she suddenly heard a familiar from inside. “Are you coming in or are you going to stand out there all day?”
Sheepishly Ilara entered. Her grandmother, sitting exactly as before, seemed to be still asleep.
She suddenly opened one eye, then the other, then grinned at Ilara mischievously. “I hear I have been telling my granddaughter tales of talking mammoths.”