Otter Creek Beneath the mockery of the moon

blissfully unaware of the other was she, though there was a prickling down her spine that she did not quite know the meaning of. had she been older, more experienced, she may have known it as the eery sensation that something was amiss. but even if she had been aware of the other, she likely would not have paid her much mind. she lacked wariness, the girl, the kind that came with being far too secure for too long, with no semblance of the danger the world had the potential to carry.