Noctisardor Bypass wanna play cheat, now says the sloth.

ava did not know what to make of this boy, who peeled back layers of crusted earth in search.

she wiped the riverwater from her chin. there was nothing about his scent that was familiar. it spoke of mossy wood, loam, and cold.

what did he search for? she watched him from a distance, hunkering down in a patch of faded timothy reeds.