Duck Lake the grass is growing on top of my feet

in an instant she was snapping around, quick and pointed. worried that something bad had come for her. wouldn't it always be that way?

wasn't the next terrible thing always right around the corner?

it was always someone bigger too. granted it was easy to outsize someone as small as petal. a girl who lingered just on the cusp of tiny, it seemed.

the only thing that halted something sour coming from her was his scent.

you're from bearclaw valley?