Rhiannon
Rhiannon listened to all of this in silence, with nothing to add to the conversation other than a growing sense of trepidation. If things like this were happening all over, then what did that mean? They didn’t have anything to go on other than the creepy but seemingly innocuous things happening, and a vague sense of being watched.
Instead, she mentally shrugged and went back to work, gnawing and scratching at the next bough she’d selected to harvest. With each branch gathered, she dragged it back to the sled between her teeth and settled it so that it wouldn’t fall off, then returned to the trees once more.
Instead, she mentally shrugged and went back to work, gnawing and scratching at the next bough she’d selected to harvest. With each branch gathered, she dragged it back to the sled between her teeth and settled it so that it wouldn’t fall off, then returned to the trees once more.
No one likes a mad woman
What a shame she went mad
What a shame she went mad
