Blackfeather Woods How home stays half the world away

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hunched still under damien's moonlit gaze, the nightcub glanced resentfully to the forest. there was a scowl, faint still, on her features. truth be told, astara had no faith in adults. not anymore. her favorite one had up and died, the one she had needed most -- and all others had faded away.

she did not move until her uncle had stepped away. sometimes, children stuck in their own world could be so cruel and insensitive to the needs of others -- astara was no exception, moving to flee back into the woods instead of embrace her uncle for all he strove to provide her.