Goodnight from Joan Perry, dratting the complexity of sigils she’s copying from The Fifth Rose grimoire. Goodnight from the Soot Sprite residing in the Dalton Dog Biscuit factory chimneys, whose loud scrabbling is especially disconcerting this evening. Goodnight from Hookland.
@HooklandGuide D, I glimpsed one of your earlier posts, and I’m hoping you are able to get rest and heal. Good night, dear Hookland.
@HooklandGuide Goodnight, Hookland. 🖤 I had what I thought was a Barred Owl land quite noisily on the roof right over my head the other night. Now wondering if it was a soot sprite.
@HooklandGuide I love these goodnights, even though they come in the middle of my afternoon. They're somehow so soothing and comforting, even when they're deeply unsettling and make me afraid to look over my shoulder. Goodnight, Hookland. I hope I'll be here to see you in the morning.
@HooklandGuide Goodnight, Hookland. May your disturbances be few.