Dove

The journey to the shimmering circle took longer than anyone had planned. Misty was feeling faint as the three dolls approached the shimmering circle at the edge of the woods. Jackal, ever protective of the mysterious stranger, let them lean on her for support. The next few moments happened so quickly that they became a blur in Lyra’s mind. She reached for the feather in her pocket which glowed brighter and brighter as they approached the shimmering circle. As she handed over the feather, M...

“Uhm, Jackal?” Misty calls, placing their teacup down on the counter that they’re leaning against, their tail wrapping around their leg. “Yeah? What’s the matter?” Jackal turns towards her friend who looks really fidgety right about now. “Are you okay?” “Yes but… I’ve been having dreams… lately.”...