Whitefish River Very scary doll

Really nice ey... That could mean a lot of things. But Chusi liked surprises, otherwise she wouldn't have gone on this journey in the first place. Exploring - bonding with nature and life itself in this way was as beautiful as the sprite before her and Chusi wished to see all of it with her own eyes. The cold winds up north, the sea in summer, the flowers in the meadow, the roses where Rosings was once settled and all the animals that called these places home.

She was surprised to hear all this, having never had a bad time making friends, but she smiled then. 'Wasn't that hard with meh. She encouraged. I always say tha, if ya'r nice ta strangers they'll be nice ta ya. She smiled, thinking of when she was just a wee babe trying to overcome the world. She had become friends with a mute and three packs all at once just by being and doing her. Just do ya. She advised at last.

Chusi had noticed the darkening of the sky - the night approaching. They had almost spent the whole evening together. She smiled, picked up her bones and other things she hadn't eaten and threw them in the river. She was ready to go to bed, for there was kind of a really big thing happening tomorrow. She decided to bury the leftover fish and then looked at Genie rather sheepishly.