Jade Fern Grove i'm gonna be gone for good again

by the time she'd made it back to the plateau, oh, the whole dream was dashed, thoroughly destroyed. the whole lot of it goes over witchbaby's pretty head - she doesn't get pack formation, doesn't know what they were missing, but she doesn't mourn much. nor does she let herself mourn for kinkajuú. if her beautiful love will stay by her side then - well, it's all a girl can dream for, right? but fate's cruel tricks have other plans and wb can only keep her head above water.

she picks a direction she's never been and goes, without a thought, without a word. oh, but weetzie -- he'll track her down again, the smart little thing, or she'll go collect him eventually, eventually. the temperature is low and sharp and she shivers as she walks but keeps her mind blank. it's - who knows how long until she comes back to herself with a shake of her head.

she doesn't know where she is but that's not what matters - what matters is the scent of another close-by; the starlet dances closer, curious, and announces herself with a cackled chuff. what beautiful thing has been brought her way?