this isn't just my story anymore
walking back to my own, I grow nervous
will they like the world I created?
will it be enough where the river ends?
as well as my panic
where do we go from here?
what do we want to do?
For now, I want to take them home
show them my little space
teach them the concept of ‘mine’
transform it into ‘theirs’
Wild Will looks at the oozes roaming around
grabbing a carrot to dangle in front of them
should I warn him about the bigger ones?
Nicki is frightened
a mouse in a sea of cats
the world is ferocious even without dragons
I remember my first time out
unsure if I belonged
I still don't know the answer
I do know I can do this
Kristen is the one that worries me
she hasn't said a word all night
sometimes I think I nearly see tears fall from her face
the rest of the time, her expression is stone
should I say something?
I don't know
talking to others about their problems
isn't something I do