Tuktu Weir june bug, the weather breaks

Take my half, Queenie offered, now without much of an appetite, Are you that hungry? The idea of starvation and struggle was foreign to her. Sure, the journey from Daddy Bruce to the Wilds hadn't been fun, but she'd made it without too many difficulties. Seeing someone on the opposite side of the spectrum from where she sat brought up a strange discomfort.

If, and that was a big if, this stranger really was going through something, Queenie would consider offering to bring her home. It would take a bit more conversation for the idea to really grow on her, but something in her was pulling for it. Was this compassion? Empathy? No, couldn't be.

Queenie opened her mouth to speak a few more times before finally getting something out, I'm Stephanie.