Bearclaw Valley one voice tells me that they laugh

learning. growing.

annie girl could be those things. could be innocent and absolved of all she had done.

anatolia was a girl who seemed surrounded by trouble. one who lost things and made a mess of everything around her.

i'm sorry — she mumbled as the tears slowed at last, as she attempted to settle her breathing. it was okay she told herself.

this would only ever existent between the two of them. just as she had made him mark the bone with his teeth in ritual, they were now bonded over her terrible deeds.

she was attached to him now. once she had kept him at a distance, uncertain and nervous of what might happen if she grew to like him. now she knew she would hardly be able to leave his side.