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rustycottoncandy · 22 days

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Drawing ideas for when Future Me finds herself staring at a blank canvas:

- Draw various doodles of Avery in a dress with rose patterns. She'd totally take pictures of herself if she were in an outfit that she liked, so draw what they would look like.

- Does Cocoa have a clue of where his name comes from yet? No? Oh, but he'd make up theories, you know him. Draw Cocoa explaining where he thinks his name comes from and perhaps trying to ask Henry and Ethan about it. They wouldn't understand him because he's a cat, so how would he feel about that? Draw a short comic about Cocoa theorizing on why humans don't understand him and maybe put it into Tales of a Talkative Housecat if you feel it's good enough.

- Quit forgetting about your OCs, they deserve some love. Remember Amy and Emerald? Draw them spending time together. Didn't you say that Emerald liked to sleep inside Avery's hair? Draw that. Does Amy have any toys that she's made for Emerald? Draw them.

- Let's re-visit Henry and Ethan, shall we? We know they like to go on walks together, so draw them doing so. Draw them on a date. Draw them having coffee together. Draw them cooking something together. Remember how you decided that Ethan was able to play the guitar and Henry could sing? Draw them making music together. Draw them napping together, or both trying to watch a movie and one of them falling asleep. Just draw them, they deserve some love.

- Mel deserves to be drawn more often, she's a cutie pie. Draw her spending time with Honey or Raydel. What about the three of them going on an adventure? Draw the chaotic trio. Draw Honey picking on Raydel. Draw Raydel showing Mel the rivers of Sunstream. Draw them discussing the history of each of their kingdoms and what they want to do with them when they grow up. Draw them talking about future plans and imagining a better world. Draw them picking small flowers up. Draw them wandering around Dracone's giant flower forest. Draw them making magic together.

- Ephil and Alither also exist, can't forget about them. Draw them spending time with each other, going on adventures, training. Draw them spending time with Mel, reading her bedtime stories, seeing her fingerpaint, comforting her after a nightmare. Draw them being supportive towards each other. We know Ephil's pretty stressed most of the time, so have him talk to Alither about it. Make a little comic. Have them sit down and talk about their troubles in seek of advice, then try to help the other one.

- We've drawn Melody and Jackie together, but have we drawn Richard and Jackie together? No? Well, now's your time to. Draw them hanging out. Draw them going to the park, talking via a face-time call or having a nice chat at a café. Didn't they work together to make a poem with the sole purpose of annoying Melody? Draw the scene. Draw them composing that poem.

- Crossover time! What if Mel and Avery spent a day together? I'll let you figure out what to draw for this one. Squeeze your brains a bit.

- Pet time! Moss pissing Ethan's father off. Draw Jennifer comforting kid Henry after a bad day at school. Draw Melody bathing Rose and putting little ribbons on her fur afterwards. Draw Autumn protecting Saturn from Avery or feeding her fish. Draw the Maine Coon army, parents included.

- Sibling time! Draw Nicholas and Melody together, Aiden and Ethan/Aiden and Alba/Ethan and Alba/all three together, Autumn and Avery, the entirety of Cocoa's forest family (because YES, he's got siblings), Jan and Jenelia, Samuel and Sydney... You get it, just draw siblings.

- Mother/child time! Draw Dahlia and Melanie. Draw Grace and Ethan/Aiden/Alba (or all three). Draw Elizabeth and Henry (and make it angsty). Draw Sianne and Avery/Autumn (or all two). Draw Raydel and her mother — design her, actually. Draw Sadie and Sam. Draw Evan and Caleb.

You got this!! Fill that canvas!

#my stuff #art #drawing ideas

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coolerdracula · 3 months

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hi tiger!! 🐅🐯 <- cool tiger emojis for u ^_^ for the ask game: 🌊🌈? hope youre having a good night!!

aweee those are so cute :] funny enough I (Dawn) switched in a little bit ago but I can pass those along ^-^ thank you

same as Tiger I’m going to summarize the questions bc I’m on mobile & it’s hard to copy + paste — ocean is, are there any inside jokes in the system? —> hmmmm.. we call one of our parts “bonzo” a lot because Red (our manager? type? alter) would get him to front a lot like two years ago and it was the equivalent of that “I’ll send my son Bonzo over with a blow torch” post LOL .. ummm it’s hard to think of them off the top of my head but I know we do bc we make each other laugh a lot during internal communication stuff ^-^

and rainbow is about if/how many alters are nonhuman .. a fair amount! Donnie is a horned panther demon thing, Leon turns into a wolf sometimes, *I* turn into a wolf or a bat sometimes, Clover is a housecat, hmmm. Evan might turn into a dog sometimes?, and then there’s like, our dr who introject who is nonhuman but human-shaped. oh wait and I’m a vampire that counts too

#ty for the ask!!

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evan-housecat · 1 year

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I posted 29 times in 2022

28 posts created (97%)

1 post reblogged (3%)

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@evan-housecat

I tagged 27 of my posts in 2022

Only 7% of my posts had no tags

#dnd dungeons and dragons - 21 posts

#dnd character art - 17 posts

#roll20 character tokens - 6 posts

#furry art - 3 posts

#dnd character - 2 posts

#lavilovi - 1 post

#bunny rabbit - 1 post

#adventures of sambunny and dankitty - 1 post

#happy pride 2022 - 1 post

#arik stillmarsh - 1 post

Longest Tag: 138 characters

#tried to make it cute but i had trouble simplifying the face shape... equine heads don't translate the best to cute head shape proportions

My Top Posts in 2022:

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Next on the NPC list is Oren the halfling bard~ Perhaps stay and listen to a tune?

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and now for Amadeus the leonine/lion vampire hunter!

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Gryhark the human (Uthgardt) I don’t have much info on her besides her description Sam gave, but I had fun with the posing hahaha

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So found out last session that the NPCs Zel the hobgoblin and Kreed the bugbear are sharing a bunk, so to speak... So of course I had to spend the next two day fighting this stupid thing out. uwu

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My #1 post of 2022

it’s mid-june, but happy pride nonetheless uwu

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himedia · 2 years

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schnorkie · 4 years

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Meat little Mini-video essay / documentary (?) on the threat housecats pose on bird populations. Written and produced by Evan Hadfield, son of Canadian astronaut Chris Hadfield.

@pangur-and-grim I don't know if you've seen this, but it seems to line up a lot with your stances on letting domestic cats outside.

#rare earth #evan hadfield #i just think his videos are neat and interesting #cats #housecat

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bumblebugwrites · 2 years

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Marauders Headcanon - #3

Lily Evans’s Patronus was not, in fact a doe, contrary to popular belief, but an orange tabby cat, symbolizing simultaneously the young witch’s sweet but fiery temperament and her unique intelligence. Confusion in that area emerged largely from Severus’s Patronus, symbolic of her in nature which Lily herself would have detested due to its demeaning nature, relegating her to her position as James’s wife and portraying her as nothing more than an extension of the man she chose to be with. The Patronus itself looked eerily similar to the housecat she and James adopted only a few months after she had Harry. While Fredrick and the baby rarely got along, James often teased that the cat seemed like an extension of Lily herself. Something that only seemed more truthful throughout the young wizard’s years at Hogwarts during which he reencountered the creature under the new name of Crookshanks.

#patronus #lily evans #james potter #harry potter #crookshanks #marauders #marauders era #marauders headcanon #hp

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blessedarethebinarybreakers · 4 years

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Wrestling with the Bible’s most disturbing stories

An excerpt from Rachel Held Evan’s book Inspired: Slaying Giants, Walking on Water, and Loving the Bible Again

“Growing up, I noticed the ugly details in the Sunday school stories; children always do. I remember I was deeply troubled by the fact that God drowned all but two of each kind of animal in the Great Flood (to say nothing of all the people), and wondered aloud at the dinner table how God could be all-knowing and all-powerful, but also filled with regret. A friend's seven-year-old captured the angst well when she recently asked, 'Mom, is God the good guy or the bad guy in this story?'

This question of God's character haunted every scene and every act and every drama of the Bible. ...Feminist scholar Phyllis Trible aptly named these narratives 'texts of terror.'

'If art imitates life,' she wrote, 'scripture likewise reflects it in both holiness and horror.'

Rereading the texts of terror as a young woman, I kept anticipating some sort of postscript or epilogue chastising the major players for their sins, a sort of Arrested Development-style 'lesson' to wrap it all up -- 'And that's why you should always challenge the patriarchy!' But no such epilogue exists. While women are raped, killed, and divided as plunder, God stands by, mute as clay. I waited for a word from God, but none came.

...When I turned to pastors and professors for help, they urged me to set aside my objections, to simply trust that God is good and that the Bible's war stories happened as told, for reasons beyond my comprehension.

'God's ways are higher than our ways,' they insisted. 'Stop trying to know the mind of God.'

It's an understandable approach. Human beings are finite and fallible, prone to self-delusion and sentimentality. If we rely exclusively on our feelings to guide us to truth, we are bound to get lost.

When asked in 2010 about Joshua's conquest of Canaan, Reformed pastor and theologian John Piper declared, without hesitation, 'It's right for God to slaughter women and children anytime he pleases. God gives life and he takes life. Everybody who dies, dies because God wills that they die.'

Piper's dispassionate acceptance represented pure, committed faith, I was told, while mine had been infected by humanism and emotion -- 'a good example of why women should be kept from church leadership,' one acquaintance said.

And for a moment, I believed it. For a moment, I felt silly for responding so emotionally to a bunch of old war stories that left the rest of the faithful seemingly unfazed.

But this is the deleterious snare of fundamentalism: It claims that the heart is so corrupted by sin, it simply cannot be trusted to sort right from wrong, good from evil, divine from depraved. Instinct, intuition, conscience, critical thinking -- these impulses must be set aside whenever they appear to contradict the biblical text, because the good Christian never questions the 'clear teachings of Scripture'; the good Christian listens to God, not her gut.

I've watched people get so entangled in this snare they contort into shapes unrecognizable. When you can't trust your own God-given conscience to tell you what's right, or your own God-given conscience to tell you what's true, you lose the capacity to engage the world in any meaningful, authentic way, and you become an easy target for authoritarian movements eager to exploit that vacuity for their gain. I tried reading Scripture with my conscience and curiosity suspended, and I felt, quite literally, disintegrated. I felt fractured and fake.

Brené Brown warned us we can't selectively numb our emotions, and no doubt this applies to the emotions we have about our faith. If the slaughter of Canaanite children elicits only a shrug, then why not the slaughter of Pequots? Of Syrians? Of Jews? If we train ourselves not to ask hard questions about the Bible, and to emotionally distance ourselves from any potential conflicts or doubts, then where will we find the courage to challenge interpretations that justify injustice? How will we know when we've got it wrong?

'Belief in a cruel god makes a cruel man,' Thomas Paine said. If the Bible teaches that God is love, and love can look like genocide and violence and rape, then love can look like...anything. It's as much an invitation to moral relativism as you'll find anywhere.

I figured if God was real, then God didn't want the empty devotion of some shadow version of Rachel, but rather my whole, integrated self. So I decided to face the Bible's war stories head-on, mind and heart fully engaged, willing to risk the loss of faith if that's where the search led.

I listened to sermons. I read commentaries and theology books. I became a real downer at dinner parties:

'If you could travel anywhere in the world, where would you go?' 'Have you seen any of the Oscar-nominated films this year?' 'What's your Enneagram number?' 'Do you think God condones genocide?'

The explanations came hurried and certain. Oh, God told Israel to wipe out the Canaanites because the Canaanites were super-duper evil, like the worst people ever. They worshipped idols and had orgies and sacrificed children to their gods. So God condemned the practice of child sacrifice...by slaughtering children? Well, that's just how things were back then. It was kill or be killed, tribal warfare and all that. Israel did what it had to do to survive....

I began to feel a bit like the disheveled Berenger, a character from Eugène Ionesco's play Rhinoceros, who grows increasingly bewildered as the people of his provincial French town acclimate to the sudden presence of rhinoceroses in their community. In one scene, a rhinoceros thunders through the town square, trampling a housecat. After their initial shock, the villagers get sidetracked debating whether the rhino had one horn or two, and whether its origins are Asiatic or African. And on it goes throughout the play, as the townspeople themselves transform into rhinos, one by one, arguing all the while over pointless trivialities, until only Berenger remains human.

The play is about fascism, I think, but it reminds me a bit of Christians and their Bibles. Sometimes it seems as if there are all these rhinoceroses barreling through the pages of Scripture, pooping on sidewalks and flattening housecats, but we've grown so accustomed to defending their presence we end up debating the length of their tails.

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My questions came with consequences. We left the church in which I was raised, and rumors of my 'rebellious spirit' circulated around town, prompting more than a few well-meaning interventions. ...

But accepting the Bible's war stories without objection threatened to erase my humanity. ‘We don’t become more spiritual by becoming less human,’ Eugene Peterson said. How could I love God with all my heart, soul, mind, and strength while disengaging those very faculties every time I read the Bible?

So I brought my whole self into the wilderness with God – no faking, no halfway. And there we wrestled."

#rachel held evans #inspired #bible #bible study #christian books #progressive christians #reading and studying the bible #bible tag #long post #quote tag

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ofvcnguard · 3 years

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( DANCE ) leaning in closer while they are slow dancing with mine. for sinevan <3

It's effortless, this waltz. One-two step, three-four spin, together, apart, and repeat, repeat. It's a fast tempo, and she knows how to put on a show; Sinistra is used to upstaging every partner no matter the tune, but with Evan--with Evan, they are compliments. Born of royalty, born gods, they have been gilded and gold since youth. It wasn't enough to take the American elite by storm, no, she needed this new stage, too. At first, it rubbed her raw, being forced to share the spotlight she has fought for, killed for; it has been hers since a childhood full of ribbons and gowns. But it was his, too, and now she is on his stage. It stopped bothering her somewhere between one party and the next; Sinistra never quite cared enough to figure out the minutiae. All she cares for is power, and what is Evan Rosier if not power personified?

She’s used to this, she is: Sinistra pulls attention, draws the eye. Red lips like the devil and a gown to match, she knows she is stunning. Half those who look at her wish they were her, the other half wish they were him. All of them envy her, and she revels in it, the American princess gilded and glorious. Nothing else matters but this. Nothing else matters but her. The rest is all a means to an end. But they don't know that; none of them do. No, to them, she is heartbreak in heels, is sin wrapped up in a gown; if she laughs a simpering little laugh and moves with grace they will see her as a housecat instead of a lioness. There is power in this, too.

“I think they’re staring at us, fiance.” There’s feral amusement in her tone, though her mask stays firmly in place, pure elegance, pure besotted bride-to-be. It’s a relief that there is no need to falsify her tone, that at least one mask can slip around him. It’s a relief that she doesn’t have to dull her blades or dull her words, that she can put a voice to her bloodlust and have someone understand. They'd chafed at the match at first—still did at times—but now she thinks their parents might regret this choice of theirs. Forced together, they are deadly and they are learning to use this weapon, too. This isn’t love, this will never be love, but Sinistra has never wanted sweet kisses and sweet nothings. She wants power, craves it, and sure, she could grasp ahold of it alone, but together they are unstoppable.

The waltz ends and a slower tune begins, but their steps do not falter. Sinistra can fake intimacy as easily as she can fake anything else, and after all, who could fault her for pulling her betrothed closer, for leaning in so they share breath? It's another form of manipulation, this latest act; Sinistra knows how to lie to a crowd, but has long since given up lying to him. He reads the hunger in her gaze and knows it is not for him. She reads the hunger in his and knows the same. This night will end in blood instead of bedsheets and she wouldn't have it any other way.

Would Sinistra be enjoying herself quite so much if they didn't have a purpose here tonight? It doesn't matter to her, certainly not enough to dwell on it, and the question is out of her mind as quickly as it came. There is little that she does that isn't self-serving, that isn't to further her own goals, and the pretty words and false laughs are nothing more than moves in a well-choreographed dance. But Sinistra craves power and cares little whether that comes in the form of fear or adoration, and oh, isn't it fun to make these vapid fools believe she's one of them? Manipulation should lay heavy in the stomach, bitter on the tongue, but guilt has never dared approach her. She is a cat chasing mice. This is a game, too.

A swell in the haunting tune brings them closer together, and Sinistra tilts her head towards him, the perfect picture of a perfect pureblood bride. "He just left, down the hall behind you. That mudblood with the grating voice went with him." There's something warm in her expression, but it isn't affection, it's hunger. The smile does not slip from her face; for all intents and purposes, they look lost in each other. But Sin's razor-edged focus is matched by so few but him, and she feels the energy thrum between them: The thrill of the hunt, the anticipation of the kill. One step, two step, and the song begins to wind its way towards its close. Sinistra pulls back enough to meet his gaze. When it's just the two of them, she doesn't hide the madness in her smile. "The Dark Lord won't mind a little collateral, will he?"

#nomcurners #( sinistra ft | evan rosier )#( sinistra & evan | together we will bring the world to its knees )#( meme | a hundred shades between a truth and a lie )

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evangeliinefox · 4 years

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Evan Buckley in every episode // 1.07 “Full Moon (Creepy AF)”

Have you been worn down lately? This thing has been stealing all your nutrients. How do you know so much about tapeworms? I tended bar one summer at a surf beach in South America. These things are as common as housecats.

#911edit #911 fox #911 on fox #tv: 911 #evan buckley #1.07 #ebiee #*

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dreams-of-the-arcana · 4 years

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1, 2, 4, and 10 for both of your apprentices please! 😁

Thank you for the asks 💕

1&2 were answered here:

4. If your apprentice could have any sort of animal or creature as a pet, what would it be?

Andi: Don’t tell Ialonus but Andi would love to have a really big dog. She always assumed she’d have a canine familiar but since she represents the Wolf so much she has Ialonus the lion to teach her about the other parts of life. Andi would still get an Irish-Wolfhound-Vesuvian-Equivalence though.

Cleo: A common housecat. Cleo adores the cats that wander Vesuvia and respects them. They live their lives free to make their own choices and aren’t afraid to say no (with claws). Anu could roll her eyes every time Cleo mentions it.

10. What would be their theme song?

Andi: Probably the “Blackbird” cover by Evan Rachel Wood. Bonus: Asra and Andi’s song is always “Beloved” by Mumford and Sons to me.

Cleo: “Not Broken Anymore” by Blue October. Bonus: Cleo and Muriel’s song is “Leather and Lace” by Stevie Nicks ft Don Henley

#the arcana #the arcana game #arcana apprentice #arcana oc #fan apprentice #get to know the apprentice #cleo the apprentice #andi the apprentice #arcana oc asks #arcana oc prompts

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frightwrites · 5 years

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Dragon Rider AU

Glittering emerald scales flashed in the sunlight as Evan watched Fôret romp around him in circles. The dragon was too young to communicate verbally with him through their thoughts, but they managed to communicate through imagery and shared emotion.

Fôret’s excitement was strong enough for Evan to feel like it could have been coming from himself. However, her emotions were filled by Evan’s overwhelming anxiety, and if it weren’t for Connor’s arm wrapped around his shoulder, grounding the young rider into the moment, he might have delved straight into the waiting and malicious embrace of a full blown panic attack.

Evan kept his anxiety from Fôret, knowing full well if she was aware of it, she would refuse to go through with this. It was her big day, and Evan wasn’t going to ruin it for her.

Fôret weaved herself through Evan’s legs, making him stumble slightly. She wasn’t the size of a housecat anymore, and Connor had to catch him to keep him from falling.

“Careful,” the elf chuckled, affectionately nuzzling the top of his head. “You don’t want to get hurt on her big day.”

“Thanks Con,” Evan smiled, steadying himself at the edge of the courtyard.

Before the trio laid an expanse of a beautiful green field that seemed to go on for ages. The scales of dragons of all shapes and sizes glimmered in the sunlight, each dragon occupied by various forms of play.

For the first time that day, Fôret sent Evan a jolt of anxiety. He knelt down and stroked the top of her head, smiling softly at her, “it’s going to be okay.”

He gestured to the field, and Fôret bounded towards a group of younger dragons playfighting in the warm sunlight.

He stood back up, worry running through his body like an errant horse.

“She’ll be okay,” Connor murmured, dropping his arm from Evan’s shoulder to his waist.

The elf turned Evan to face him, pressing their foreheads against each other. Connor gently rocked them as he murmured softly to Evan in elvish. Evan assumed that it was probably just something meant to reassure him, and relaxed under the elf’s touch.

After a few seconds of the strangely intimate but totally platonic act, Connor leaned forwards just as Evan turned his head to keep a hawk’s eye on Fôret.

Evan was too distracted by his alarm when Fôret tackled a red dragonling was easily twice her size to notice Connor grumbling to himself.

#treebros #evan hansen #connor murphy #dear evan hansen #fanfic #ficlet #kinda based off of The Inheritance Cycle lmao

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write-geek-love · 5 years

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The Beauty Deep Within Life, Chapter Three

Fandom: Harry Potter (Jily/Marauder’s Era)

Genre: Romance/General

Rating: M

Summary: James Potter was in love with Lily Evans. Lily Evans was in loathe was James Potter. However, what happens when being best friends with his younger sister causes her to spend some time with him over the summer before their last year at Hogwarts? Will her opinion of him change when they’re made Head Girl and Boy. Will she finally find love in the new school year or will it all be for naught? With the war raging in wizarding world, she and her friends will need each other more than ever. Are they going to be able to find the light or will they be consumed by the darkness. Come along for the epic adventure spanning all the way through post-Deathly Hallows to find out. Marauders era AU with original characters.

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Lily’s heart was pounding as she jogged down the stone path that led to the center of the village. She knew that what she was doing was extremely risky. Going out into a dangerous situation like this alone was ideal, but she could not have sat in that house for another moment.

As she drew closer to the houses, she slowed to a walk. She chewed at the cuticle of her thumb as she pushed forward. Her shoes echoed against the pavement as she rounded a corner, the view of the village blocked by a large stone wall.

What had she been thinking, coming out here alone with Death Eaters possibly crawling around every corner? She thought that she might have been able to catch up with the boys if she had hurried along enough. There hadn’t been a huge amount of time between both departures, maybe ten or fifteen minutes. However, she hadn’t caught the slightest sign of them anywhere. For that matter, she didn’t see evidence of a single soul. It was too quiet. She should have come across someone—anyone by then. She hadn’t seen so much as a rogue housecat. There was something eerie about the stillness of the night as to see the waning moon and stars glowing back at her.