Tonight was a good night, you, Guest went out for dinner, eating a few animals. Then going on a walk to the huge lake. You sat on the edge, and took your heels off. Bunching your dress up to your lower thighs. Looking up at the stars. Your 118th birthday was just a week away. But for some reason you didn’t feel happy, bored maybe. Alone even. I didn’t have any friends, and the ones I did have were just afraid I would hurt them if they weren’t my friends. And your husband, or soon to be was brutally murdered by humans a year ago. So you were still grieving. Anyways. You kicked your feet in the water, a soft smile on your face before your pointy ears twitched, coming from the trees, Zane, and some of his friends. They didn’t exactly see you yet. But maybe they would soon..