━ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐩 ━
Dear Honey,
we've been chased out of the wyrm. our land has been completely swept from underneath our feet. gone, shattered and broken. as if it hadn't been already. we were offered asylum on the northside, and it's been pretty safe i guess.
we had breakfast at the Andrews household and that shit was fucking delicious. everyone was gathered together and eating good and for a moment, for a split second, everything was okay. but i've been doing okay.
i've been doing more than okay. i have stable friends and we're slowly putting together what we want to call our camp. it's going slow, but it's getting there. i'll update you later on. i miss you. you'd be happy.
— Pea