Bella had been wandering around in a place she hadn’t been to before. A black squirrel on her shoulder eating an acorn to keep her company.
Aura was out in the garden of the cottage she rented, her raven, Byrne, was perched on her shoulder as she worked. She straightened, brushing her hair back, as she spotted movement and walked over to the fence. “Are you lost?” she asked as she moved to lean on the fence.
















