Lost Creek Hollow once i took your medication to know what it's like

starclan?
so, like, wren's eyebrows knit in earnest. heaven? but not heaven. are the stars the souls, then?
her father had always made claims she had worked so hard to unwrite. salvation, damnation. what actions would land you where. she found an unruly joy in knowing how enraged he would be by the way silvertongue's arm draped now across her chest.
her lips brush against the dainty wrist. y'think we'll go up there with 'em when we kick the bucket? then, her brows knit together quizzically. maybe we can haunt people together. send 'em spooky visions.