Lost Creek Hollow garden song

it was as if the deity in the sky above had shone down on her and said, here, child, allow me to make this situation infinitely more awkward for you. wren recognized the light footfalls of ash star before she saw the mottled form out of the corner of her eye, and immediately, she felt her throat close up on itself.
if there was any way to convince this woman that she was not, in fact, crazy, this was not the way to go about it. the warrior shakes off the rivulets of water that stream from her forehead as she turns toward her, sniffling. pregnancy hormones, she says flatly, smiling in an attempt to play it off. sorry. i can, um, leave, if you want.