King Elk Forest -- and the whispers spread like wildfire

he seems unperturbed by her half-starved form, so she ghosts closer.  if she was going to live here, she had to get used to it.  she had to get used to them, the new faces that will constantly be weaving in and out.

even if they end up leaving like trajan and uka.

oh, she begins with a shrug, that's fine.  it's not a big deal.  her nose traces up to the sky. it's late.  what're you doing out?