Tread softly for you tread on my dreams. -Honor,from the Summer King.
Where do we record the passing of wildlife? Who mourns the silent deaths of the small?
We considered behaving, but it's against our nature.
When you come to the edge of all that you know, you must believe one of two things: either there will be ground to stand on, or you will be given wings to fly.
If you're betwixt and between, trust the one with red hair.
You can't really know what you are made of until you are tested.