Two years have passed since I've been out, since everything went to shit. These two years have been the best, ever. I feel alive, even with death looming from above. This winter season will be the best, for everyone. For my new family.
I got him flowers this year, picked from the slums. Wild and free, just like us.
I'm trying to carve her something, a firefly? I could use solacrux to make it shine.
I found some nice charcoal for him, just enough to draw with.
I'm finding her the sweetest candy, more delicious than her own.
He's getting something with antlers, perhaps I'll mount my deer for him.
I'm making up for my mistakes, I'll get her something shiny.
He allowed me in, he deserves more than my gratitude.
He's one of us, I trust him. Something he can sell.
I'll find something to cheer him up, maybe then he'll like us.
I step away from the fire, starting off my list, Lady Black's lessons have been paying off. I start with flowers, for the butterfly.
