Firefly Glen she traveled this road as a child

Dreama snickered at the yelp. She may not be exactly like her brother. But she could enjoy a good jump scare and jokes. Lord knows enough had been played on her. Stinky brothers anyway. 

Dreama looked at the willow bark. To chew? what some help? Maybe two of us can get it.

Yep. I'm sure mom would prefer I used my given name, but well Dreama fits better. How you doing, Angel right?

They had been young and it had been fleeting. And frankly Dreama wasn't the greatest at remembering faces and names. Young women is what they were and it never felt more strange than looking at someone who had been a girl a few short months ago. Was this how she looked to others?