13 Dec 2021
The first moments back in the mortal realm were all so warm for Misty Day. The white hot light of day shining off bronzed floorboards, reflected in honey-blonde hair and spilling over chestnut eyes as another sort of warmth came over her. Her 'Miss Cordelia' finally taking the girl’s taller form into her arms.
But now she was alone, and suddenly Misty couldn’t shake the cold that seemed to inhabit her bones, like rot settling deep in the pit of her stomach.
18 May 2021
“Mist… please tell me you’re joking”
“Sounds like some sorta exotic animal or somethin’” She sighed to herself.
“Misty Goode-Day. Are you telling me in all 27 years of your life, you have never heard of a lasagne?”