Shadows

Yesod had no intention of interfering in business that was not his own. There was enough on his plate already, such as trying to have nothing to do with this eternal night business (he was not equipped for combat).

Yet, when faced with the sight of a girl about to eat food from the ground, his germaphobia won out.

“Do you have any idea where those have been?”

Leslie looked up and slowly blinked. Wariness and desperate loneliness at war between her. Could she? Should she? WAsn't it a danger to speak to those she didn't know? LEslie's little hands held the berries and looked back at the purple man.

So tired.

Quietly, Leslie huddled below the large tree. It had been half a day in this strange new land and.. She had grown very hungry! But none of these plants seemed to be anything like what she was used to.

Starter call, no cap! May or may not be event related! 

So, she had gone where everyone else seemed to be going. A place called Blackgrove. It gave her some small form of comfort to be wrapped up in the inky darkness.

She didn't know anything about this place. Not those strange horseless carriages on the roads, the loud and bright signs..