Dragoncrest Cliffs mythmaker

she wanted to cry. she wanted to weep.

she wanted to be angry at faces that were not even here. she wanted the girl back too. she was a swirl of so many things at once.

"de t'ing about mot'ering is you can do it every year."

that choice is not mine, no? she laughed, sad and tired. leaned into the forearm alongside her. the wind ruffled her.

body and soul.