Phantom Hollow Back Again

Menta drew closer, and the tawny woman found solace in the closeness of another, even a stranger. Her smile was met, and there was simply nothing to forgive. Ambrosia foud herself even leaning closer, but stopped herself too. The cream woman supported her thoughts, and she was right: Had Malice made the correct decisions, perhaps she would still hold reign over this shrouded wood. 
The pale woman asked to come with her, and Ambrosia grinned. 
              "I'd be honored to have your company."
She'd already calmed from her tale, pushing it deep down once again. She didn't lie: the company would be lovely.