CGULL9313
"Qui scribit bis legit."
Heather stood, staring out at the suburb with her arms crossed across her chest. She was still in her leather. And it was cold in Michigan this time of year. She rubbed her skin to keep it warm. The leather crossing her body slowly grew black fur in places, and stretched across her body. She glanced up as Decimus walked over, her face sad. "You should go if it is something you believe in.", she whispered. She had overheard him talking to Luna. She felt bad. If he wanted to join them then she would not keep him from it...or....would she? She wasn't sure if she could let him go....