Haunted Wood morning glory

famine walked into the water, minding the woman's advice. gone. hungry jaws snapped at the water's surface, again missing the catch. mis padres; mis hermanos, another attempt, equally unsuccessful, all gone.

famine was growing uninterested in the cruel repetition of this game. the fish were mocking him, swimming downstream without any acknowledgement of his existence. serem takes care of me. she was his caretaker by definition, though she was only as active in his life as eirwyn had once been.