>"Let's go see."
>Head for that hole!
>"Ah, um, er..." Momoka looks about, seemingly a little flustered. "O- okay."
>She closes the hatch again, fussing with the edges of it just a little to cover over the seems; seeing it this way, it does indeed provide very good camouflage. Then she scrambles after you.
>You head off in the direction of Momoka's tunnel from above ground, keeping an eye out for anything unusual while the mole ambles behind you. It is barely a minute before you reach the edge of the denser trees and pass into the meadows beyond. Braston is clearly visible along most of the northern horizon, obscured here and there by a large stately elm or oak; you know some fairies live out in this general direction, and you wouldn't be surprised if one of those trees concealed a tiny home.
>Sooner than you expect, you spot traces of digging - piles of churned soil deposited in a loose cluster in the distance. Except... that shouldn't be on top of the tunnel at all, unless you've managed to get your bearings very wrong somehow. Wait a minute... there's another, over by a small hill even further in the distance.
>"What is it?" Momoka asks, attempting to stare in the same direction as you are.