Hushed Willows To my favorite liar, to my favorite scar

though the main character syndrome was already strong in this one, her squalling lasted only a moment longer than her sister’s before succumbing to silence. 

her mother might as well have been the sun for the radiant glow of her fur. she squeezed her eyes shut, returning to darkness, before she mouthed blindly at reverie’s nose. given her height, she instead gummed onto foxglove’s ear.