Ankyra Sound Judah sees a ghost

He offers no name in return, but a quiver of a nose brings the smallest of smiles to her mouth. Not enough to simple her cheeks, but enough to return some brightness to Blossom.

Its nice to meet you too. She gives a quick guess as to the quaver’s meaning. Even if that wasn’t it, it was still polite.

Blossom is nothing if not polite.

She twists her head to look at the distant mountains, the willows she imagines she can see from here. She imagines never returning. She imagines running away with her ghost.

She swats the temptation away. Her momma would be very worried.

I live over there. Are you from here? He didn’t smell like Miette, but he smelled of the brine so strongly she thought he must have been formed of it.