spooky trees & sleepovers & junk || feat. mabel pines
Bravery came in the form of horrendously processed, horrendously addictive powder packaged in tiny little tubes. Before lighting her lantern, Coraline entered half a Pixy Stick onto her tongue, and stowed the rest away in her bag for later.
Female company was a welcome change of pace for Coraline, who was used to the finer bruises and testostergnomes in life. Flame bloomed to life and disappeared into the fog as she struck a new match and illuminated Mabel, grinning over the soft, warm glow. Then it was out toward the orchard that seemed to be in perpetual bloom -- at least, since a few winters ago, anyway.
"Fair warning," Coraline mused, digging in her satchel for a handful of gummy bears. "Weeeeeeird stuff happens out here at night. Wendigos, miscellaneous monsters, whatever. Once I thought I saw a hell hound, but it was just Wybie bein' a spaz." Significantly sugared up, Coraline offered a palm full of assorted sugar to Mabel.