[Nunnally is waiting for her big brother in her bedroom, dog by her feet, calico cat on her lap as she feels the evening breeze caressing her long hair. By the window, she feels the scent of flowers: jasmine, roses and lilies. An owl hoots at a tree nearby, announcing the light, familiar footsteps approaching the front door. She tenses a little, ( Read more... )

It’s a comfy, uneventful evening at cabin 4. If you approach, you will hear endless mewling and chatting. Maybe even feel the scent of cinnamon rolls just out of the mess hall or the blooming flowers on the windowsills ( Read more... )