Moonspear Heyday

We’d know.

Seal’s gaze flicked to the sky for any signs of sudden inclement weather. Could a spirit become vengeful and seek out comeuppance? A shiver snaked down Seal’s spine.

But her relative’s promise made the girl feel a little better. -“Thanks, TJ”- she signed with a sheepish, but sincere, smile. Her shoulders popped with a weak laugh at the self-deprecating joke. -“Common’ let’s get out of here and go find Orca an’ Sable. Maybe they wanna play or explore.”- One last glance at the newly constructed tomb was all Seal permitted herself before turning to leave towards the rendezvous site.