Haunted Wood i watch the work of my kin bold and boyful

famine looked blankly toward valour, quickly beating his lashes to whisk away any forming tears. he tried his hardest to keep those cheeks dry but in the end, the sobs came anyway, and he quickly melted into a fluff-ball of sadness.

connie, famine whimpered. where was she? he'd been expecting to see her near the densite, but when he'd gotten there, she was missing. he breathed a sigh too big for his little body and hunched over, head hanging low against his chest.