Phantom Hollow maybe it's me

a mirror into another life, was her first thought.

which was far more whimsical than the truth. that another blonde, distraught woman had come out here and was discovered in sinking silence. the eagle moved with careful steps. always aware that her presence might be an unwanted thing.

she had come to see there was more weight to her now, with a carved appearance to her.

do you mind the company? it would be easier to speak first and set the scene for her intentions.

look, harmless.

even when she ached for something punchy most days. it was better to behave and cash it all in later when the stakes were high.