Renard
Callie.Stardoll
As I regain my focus, I gradually pull myself up and take a moment to remember what had happened. As I last recall, I left camp to collect firewood for myself. I remember gazing in awe at the starry blanket, which had been stitched, ever so neatly, to the sky.
By this time I had reached Archer's Glade ...
(ed: a fascinating story --- it's just getting going from what we read so far -- please write more!!)
