Lion Head Mesa forget me not

i figure we maybe keep this short and sweet for timeline sake
her girl.

golden, radiant. swathed in the comforts of sleep. how could treva rip her from it to awake her to a cold reality? treva held tears in her eyes. soft and silent. filled with the freshness of a new widow.

a widow. her? she had not spoke it, but she had thought she might die before he ever did.

my sweet girl, she cooed softly. a small hum in the back of her throat. an old lullaby to attempt to keep her in slumber.