ONA- We start off with the kitchen.
NANA- Wow pretty.
NANA- I love the lights.
ONA- Oh, those are wild Pixies.
NANA- Pixies!?
NANA- Do they not try to steal your things?
ONA- Well, they've been coming here for years so, it's kinda like their home too.
ONA- That's maybe why they don't take things.
NANA- Cute.
NANA- OOO, nice jars.
NANA- They have pretty orbs inside them.
ONA- Whoa, don't touch those, my parents souls are in there.
NANA- What!?
ONA- Yeah, some spirit put them in there when they passed.
NANA- … Ona how long have you been out here?
NANA- Alone I mean.
ONA- I don't remember what happened to my father, but my mother died of sickness when I was around ten.
ONA- I remember we were running, and something hit her face, whatever it was it must have weakened her overtime.
NANA- Must have been lonely.
ONA- It's not that bad.
ONA- Once every couple moons, I had the chance to speak to them.
NANA- Maybe the spirits did that to help you.
ONA- Maybe.
ONA- Ok, next is the sitting room.
ONA- And then the sunroom.
NANA- Wow.
NANA- What a pretty view, you grow things here?
ONA- Sometimes, when the mood is right.
ONA- And here’s the bathroom, now the bedroom this was my old room, since you're going to live here now, you can have it.
NANA- Aww Ona. Thanks this is great.
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