Bearclaw Valley i wake up crying, you're making rain

mother's tension leaves her shoulders. ada remains hesitant, encroaching slowly and hiding underneath the strong pillars that was her mother's legs. perhaps she was too big to keep hiding under there, though.

her cold gaze does not warm up even when so close. hello. the girl says only after she'd stared at the stranger — she reeks of other strangers. she's going to stink up the valley if she stays, but adalynn holds her tongue.