Farrow
"It's nice to meet you, Trinket." Farrow said as she regarded the now crying tree. The Visage was sad, the gnarled humanoid sapling now crying a hole into the soft snow below. "I didn't mean to come to see the trees, but I'm glad I did. They are pretty in their way," Farrow smiled at the child again, ignoring the unblinking stare from her and her toy doll and the way it made her heart stutter for just a moment.
Farrow wondered if Trinket was lonely, if perhaps the wildwood had dropped her here forbthe sole purpose of engaging with this somehow magical child. "I can't do anything fancy like that," Farrow nodded to the tree, "But I'm sure we can find something fun to do."
Farrow wondered if Trinket was lonely, if perhaps the wildwood had dropped her here forbthe sole purpose of engaging with this somehow magical child. "I can't do anything fancy like that," Farrow nodded to the tree, "But I'm sure we can find something fun to do."
When in doubt, use nettles
