Astralseed

It was another blistering cold day on Hallow Tundra, just as any other day. Things never change much here, it’s quiet and cold, only the elements create any excitement in this neck of the world. Ghost Ship preferred it that way. She valued her privacy and the ability to not have to deal with the everyday drama that comes with having neighbors. Nobody would come and ask her for a cup of sugar, or any other nonsensical items. What kind of neighbor does that anyway? Ghost Ship lived a hermit’s life aside from seeing Haukea on occasion. Owning land in Haukea’s domain pretty much meant she could swing by at any time. Thankfully Haukea wasn’t interested in idle chatter, and overall it wasn’t unpleasant to be in her presence either. ‘It’s okay for Haukea to stop by’ was the general consensus around here. It definitely wasn’t anything like living on the mainland and having to tolerate actual neighbors. Ghost Ship would shudder at that mere thought. It had been a while since