quick n lazy. have some writing.

Blossom held the got skull she'd always been keeping around, the little deer sighing at the thought of how she got it. One side was untouched, delicately perfect, no' a fracture, no' a burn, no' a scar, but that's only one side. The other side reminded her of what happened to him. Blossom felt her eyes growing clouded, and a presence of sadness welling into a clump in her throat as she recalled the events.