Well… there was that one time where I ate that Sally bug or whatever… we were rafting on a river. It tasted not bad at all.
NHIE floated a balloon between two fans and pretended I was a witch controlling souls. (I’m insane, okay?)
She was lost.
Also, where was she?
Also, who was she?
She took quick stock of herself—dark skin, smooth black hair, bare feet, a satchel. Cool. I like me. With a grin, she wandered around the halls.