[ who does he remind her of? no one good, that’s for sure, and she watches his personal game of charades with just a little less light in her eyes.

so he loves the morbid. that’s fine. ]

I am impossibly powerful, so no. They weren’t sturdy, but they were numerous, filing in from the forest.

[ she sighs, rubbing her temple. ]

They were inconvenient, at best.