Blacktail Deer Plateau Everything that kills me makes me feel alive

"Well - no - my nose is stuffy and... achoo!" Osprey sneezed in mid-sentence. "You see? Far from good," she snorted and licked off excess snot from her nose, "A living, walking infectious zombie." Stuffy nose was no fun, especially, since you couldn't smell or taste anything.

"Speaking of vocation - I actually did," she said, remembering a dream she had had a few days ago. She had dreamed about meeting Crete in a place far away and they had talked, she couldn't recall the exact conversation, but, when she had woken up she had realized one thing. Even though the rest of her family here had given up on him, she hadn't.

"But you won't like it, if I tell you," this was very true. Perry had taken Crete's disappearance the hard way and hadn't quite forgiven him. She would soon find out, what would he say to her, if she told him that she had resolved to give one more chance in finding their lost brother.