Ravensblood Forest [m] Got my brand new pistol, baby

Oh!

Should she...go? She almost did but the words that followed had set her to stay.

What else are girls for? She laughed with a brightness that was out of place here. Her pudgy form wiggled between a tight pair of trees side-by-side.

I take it you're not one of those trying to magically fall in love with the influence of the season then, huh?

The kind of melancholy voice that suggested maybe she'd been that kind of girl, once.