[She'll let him lead the way, still patiently holding her arm through his as she tries to bleed as much of her own positive dreamotion into the air as she can. A pocket of warmth envelops them—like the heat of one's own hearth, or the sun's rays after a cold, dreary rain, and in the cracks of the road, small, glowing starflowers will bloom in their trail.
Maybe it will make this place seem a little less scary for both of them.]
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Maybe it will make this place seem a little less scary for both of them.]
Did you live here for most of your life?