"She did not need much, wanted very little. A kind word, sincerity, fresh air, clean water, a garden, kisses, books to read, sheltering arms, a cozy bed, and to love and be loved in return." -Starra Neely Blade
And once the storm is over you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about. /Haruki Murakami
underground She ran until her legs started to melt. She would feel that pull of the ground, compelling her to start digging. She used an old hubcap, frustrated with her slow progress. That's when Blanca showed up, urging Wya to grab her tail as she led the homeless girl to her underground lair. Soon, Way could not remember life before Fox.