Hushed Willows I'll tell you stories of a better time

She broke into an unexpected rueful smile, settling back on her haunches and shaking her head. Okeanos, you mean? I haven't, sorry. Her sunset eyes lit on the leaves that Ibis had used to stash her, erm, toy away, though they were softer now. She supposed children were curious, after all. A skull didn't quite have the same meaning to them as it did to adults.

You don't have to hide anything from me, Lily said quietly. I'm not going to get you in trouble, or judge you. Heaven forbid. She and Freddie had been the ultimate partners in crime, back home. Jimmy and Dottie had always scoffed at their antics; they had really raised hell. Not going as far as playing with lupine remains, but, you know. . .

I am curious, though, she added, with a grin. What're you up to?