Noctisardor Bypass Every morning, got a hollow where my heart goes

as the wind changed its path, so did the stranger. ava's watchful gaze grew somewhat cagey, though she let mae approach.

ava recognized her as one of the transients. that's what others in their lives were, wasn't it? a knife of hurt thrummed in her heart to think of her brothers and sisters gone, her father, her friends.

she eyed the rabbit, but shook her head solemnly. there was warmth to mae that ava could not quite muster, though she shyly tried a half-smile to dissuade any sense of rejection.