Brown bird welcomes white wave. Wander no more, dear traveler.
Yet sometimes being a friend meant letting people do things that hurt, like putting distance between you, just because it made them happy.
A good huntress respected her partners instincts, even if he was socially ignorant.
I shake my head, but I can’t change this. I can only bear the scars, as I have always done, as I ever do.
With a polite smile, I decided she was insane.
But courage wasn't an absence of fear; it was fighting despite the knot in your stomach.