Haunted Wood un abismo de tristeza y lagrimas

the woman appeared seemingly out of nowhere. abeja stopped in her tracks, hackles bristling while she calmed her nerves. eventually, a strained smile managed to break across her maw. i'm new, too, she whispered, as if to keep the secret from curious ears.

abeja. who are you? once introductions were out of the way, she figured that they could get down to business. otherwise, what was the point of this conversation?