Summary:
“Your friends do not show up. Night passes, and still nothing. Two nights, three. Four. Weeks. Months.
Years.”
(hey what if the actual worst thing had happened that woulda been wild huh)
a thing I scribbled down between 68 and 69 while that Feywild Decision was in limbo, not very edited, not very long, but sure angstier than the last thing I wrote
Nava 