Talk:Bretta/@comment-32355975-20170622002140/@comment-43966634-20190929135144

Reply to Zigmatism's comment:

Actually, she doesn't just stay on the bench.

I just came back to Dirtmouth and saw she wasn't there so I walked into her little room, she was sleeping on her bed. I read the diary and read this:

"The White Saviour Returns. Long had they remained apart and the village, once so warm, now grew cold. The maiden felt the well of grief. It gripped fierce about her lonely shell. And suddenly, as though her tragic state was sensed, the saviour returned, standing tall, glowing bright. Below shining horns, eyes welled black, glistening, eyes only for the maiden long missed, long desired. Her saviour leaned close, sat beside, perfectly composed. In that charged, breathless moment not a word needed be spoken. The maiden's shell felt suddenly tight. Her claws curled. No glance was shared, no claws touched, just perfect, aching love shared in silence, together..."

After reading that, I dream nailed her and this is what it said:

"White Wanderer...Don't be shy...Cold outside....Bed is soft..."