Jade Fern Grove The loneliest people are the kindest

Her head cocked. Haunt didn't get the joke, yet she let it pass. Her mood was changing back to its standard default, the glitter of amusement fading even now from her yellow eyes. She didn't even bother correcting Merlin's pronunciation of her name, nor protest his nickname based on said mispronunciation. Haunt had many names, she was happy to accept another.

"See you," she said quietly, not entirely sure that was true. What were the odds she'd ever see Merlin again? Whether or not she ever did, Haunt would not soon forget this encounter. Coon Assbite, she repeated in her head as she slunk away, disappearing into the greenery with one last hushed snicker.