My search for Sera has led me out of the woods, emerging far out on the other side of the park.
For some reason, I felt like this was the right way to her… a gut feeling maybe, a natural instinct… or perhaps I was merely compelled to follow the faint tinkling of a rusty collar bell.
Mrs. White seemed to understand what or who I was looking for exactly. While I was calling Sera's name, her meows sounded like responses, and when I peering high and fucking low, her slight head tilts at me looked like gestures. But it took her suddenly dashing between my legs before I finally listened and followed after her.
