ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ you are not LOST my child … ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀you’re merely * wandering in ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ search of the path that only I ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ can show you. ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ

Something that resembles alcohol is in one hand and a cigarette is perched in another, tendrils of smoke drifting from her lips into a seamless cloud that dances before her as it’s carried off in the wind. And somehow, she’s been given the task of watching initiates take +

Pushes 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 , 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒅 𝐥͟𝐚͟𝐦͟𝐛 into the rough exterior of a cabin as the younger woman attempts to leave the commune’s inner city, the weight of her body sinking against back crudely. Rowan’s fingers have already caught a wrist, bending her arm backwards and tucking it against her back.