i wanted to be protected and loved. but i was alone, my only choice was to survive.

She has managed to finish her book… Although focusing was very difficult.

Pulling another book from the shelf she’s having some quiet reading time.

Interesting… what kind of shelter ? One for animals one for humans… one for the supernatural ?

How ( rude )…. “Good heavens I’ve an extra shaw it’s absolutely freezing.”

She’s spent the morning baking Cinnamon Buns.

The time change is going to cause so many problems. She can already foresee it.

That’s a fantastic idea… Sign her up as a volunteer she’ll be happy to help. She can do some baking… donate bread from the bakery.

Ah finally a way she can contribute to the supernatural community. “Alice. Just let me know when you need the help and the donations. Maybe I’ll even be able to knit a few blankets as gifts if the knitting circle takes off.”

Sitting down with her blanket— she’s proud to say she’s got a small bit knitted. It took her a while to get in the swing of it, but once she finally stopped undoing her work she’s got a solid start.

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What in the heavens is going on… she was only away hiding with her knitting for a while and she comes back to this nonsense. Please stop.

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She’s taken the hiding to the extreme… but she’s not been alone~ she’s had her ghost friends to keep her company.

She missed the Halloween celebrations— she was spending time with her ghoul friends. Besides a death speaker such as herself has no business being out on all Hallows Eve.