Duck Lake Prelude I

she thought that reverie had come back to say more things into her locket heart.

a place forever safe from prying eyes, a place where she fiercely held all of her beloved. even if she had come to learn that she would frequently need set them free.

this was her systir, though. this one glowed in that familiar way, but it was a he. thin and worn. a boy that had not had a meal in she did not know how long! it instantly tugged fiercely at heart strings. she thought about all the faces she nurtured, all of those she collected and healed.

— even if she had come to learn that she would frequently need set them free.

she would not leave him here.

her voice came out in a doggish bark, warm and welcoming.