Esme
The Hatbox Empress/Retired Admin
In the middle of the forest, near where two wizards slept inside a thrown together shelter, a little girl's crying could be heard. Sitting on a rock about 5 meters away, and just barely out of sight, the blond child who looked to be about 6 maybe 7 had her faced buried into the fur of a pink little ragged thing, sobbing.
In the trees higher up, and invisible, another little child, a boy, who had a pendant around his neck with the symbol of nightrise. Next to him and older teen sat perfectly still with eyes closed in concentration, waiting to spring the trap she was told she had to.
In the trees higher up, and invisible, another little child, a boy, who had a pendant around his neck with the symbol of nightrise. Next to him and older teen sat perfectly still with eyes closed in concentration, waiting to spring the trap she was told she had to.