Cedar Sweep she wore her scars as best attire

to jr's relief, ceridwen agrees. there is no doubt in jr's mind that her mother could offer the other woman the directions to the coast she sought. to jr, this seems like a win win. jr wouldn't have to fret over giving bad directions and ceridwen would get directions to the coast and see an old friend.

at the motion skyward, jr's gaze cuts up. her eyes track ghost in the sky; riding the air currents that only he can see.

-that is ghost,- signs jr with a soft smile. -he is my companion.-